There’s a strange thing that happens when you start meditating.

To begin, and maybe this is just my story, but you start to wonder what you’re doing.  And why.  And if it actually works.  And doesn’t it seem to be that you are just sitting and thinking .. instead of doing something as profound as meditating?

And then time passes.

And you keep sitting.  And you keep breathing.  And you keep focusing on your thoughts.

And then … all of a sudden … meditation makes … sense?

That might be going too far for me at this point.  I’ve only been meditating with any regularity for about a year.  And even that is … spurious.

What I can say is that meditating allows me to see my thoughts, my feelings … without having as much feeling about them …. So angry thoughts are diffused and sad thoughts are mitigated and happy thoughts are put into context.  And for a moment, things feel very even.  And there is a very comforting contentedness about that.

I’m not good at it.  But I keep trying.  It’s a practice, right?  I’m working on it.

Xoxo, g