. . .my dreams are getting particularly vivid right now. Blame it on the meditation. Actually, am not blaming it- it’s AWESOME. Sleeping is basically a trippy, zen,Jerry Garcia experience right now. One of my NY resolutions was to meditate three to four times a week. I find that when I do the minor aches and pains and the major things (like strep- haha) seem to go away in days and not weeks. Anyway, one of the nice and strange side effects is that my dreamlife has taken on a lusciousness that makes the movie Amelie look tame.
BTW, saying I meditate is funny. People often don’t get what I do so I will tell you that it is pretty simple. I lay on a yoga mat (or sit yogi style if I am feeling ambitious) and start breathing deep and slow, focusing on the act of breathing. Then I go through all the parts of my body that seem ‘knotty’ and I physically tense and relax them. My neck is the point of my body where this seems to be key. After the physical engagement I focus on a word or a sound or an idea that I want to ponder. Then I. . .focus. Without sounding too queer eye, I try to become one with the word or idea. Sometimes, it’s as if I get carried away. I honestly have no idea why some form of meditation isn’t taught in schools. Quieting the racing mind is something that Americans in particular don’t seem good at.
But back to the dreams. . .historical figures are popping in, there’s dancing and singing. VERY nice. It’s making me feel happy.
OH! I was doing a horrible job with the Lenten promise of no complaining but am back to giving it my all. After all, though I’m still finding my way, isnt it lovely to get up and BE? To drink that coffee, catch the train, be able to support myself, talk to friends. Don’t want to miss out on the quirky, kooky things that make up a day just ‘cuz I’m navel gazing.
