Make lunches. Make beds. Get dressed. Eat something. Exercise. Shower. Get to work. Work, work, work. Answer emails. What’s for dinner? Help with homework. Laundry. Dogs. Finish “Girl With the Dragon Tattoo” for Book Club. Catch up on “Mad Men” and “The Amazing Race”. A friend needs to talk. The tomato plants are dying. Buy birthday presents. Wrap birthday presents. Eat birthday cake. Yell at the children. Breathe.
I joke with friends that I’d like to have some deep thoughts but I just don’t have time for them. Sound familiar? Are you desperate to stop the train and get off, regroup and be quiet, for just an hour? Five minutes? Me too.
I’ve never met a person who would argue that meditation is folly. Taking quiet time to yourself focuses the mind. It relaxes and allows us to deal with anger and stress. It calms and gives a sense of perspective. It allows us to see the bigger picture, or depending on our needs, no picture at all.
Is there time for meditation? Absolutely. But like all good things in life, we have to find the time, often letting something go (it’s okay!) or carving our day into more pieces. At a crossroads in my life, when I was in the throes of a terrible addiction, I took myself to the ocean. I stared at the waves and listened to them crashing. I focused every thought I had towards spiritual guidance. I didn’t know who or what I was seeking, only that my earthbound existence held no answers nor solutions to what ailed me. I didn’t leave the beach that day until I felt ready, until I was given the sense of my life as a necessary cog in a very big wheel. There was no more time to waste and I sought out recovery the very next day. Meditation saved my life.
Is there room for a room of one’s own? Like time, we have to create our space, even if it means staying in the car for a few minutes before going into the house in order to center ourselves. Nature never fails in providing an environment that allows for contemplation.
Time and room. It can save your life if you force yourself to find both.