It comes in all forms: seated, walking, reading and writing but the highest form — to me at least — is to be all body, mind and spirit.
Then again, that seems so contrived.
Or to put it another way, how can you meditate on something you already are?
Well, perhaps (as a starting point only), consider if what you've embarked on feels right — i.e. is an expression of true self (see New Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton) — or is outwith your innate happiness.
Then again, is there an either/or?
I don't think so.
If we stop long enough and consider not just from the thinking self but from all of what's happening, one thing is clear: everything changes. And I mean everything, including our ephemeral moods, experiences and what originally felt important but suddenly loses its grip on our attention.
If that sounds a little defeatist, then I'm sorry but, in my humble experience, it's when we hold on to something or expect it always to be a particular way that we get ourselves into trouble.
From a meditation perspective, and this is my experience, the focus shouldn't be on trying to will anything — e.g. a quiet mind, being kinder or more contemplative — but instead to acknowledge that everything changes. In fact, you don't need do anything save recognise what's happening in your actual experience.
When I'm seated or lying down, I particularly like to watch the clouds or a river but something, anything to remind me that I'm no less and no more a part of the whole and everything in my experience is and will be moving on to something else. You might ask if this practice does or should do anything? I don't know. When I sit to meditate I've no aim or goal apart from sitting for however long feels right.
I realise that this pithy post doesn't take the meditation journey very far, but all I'm trying to say is that much like all the other things we're told to do or rather sold on, you're a unique expression of you and if you feel like meditating then great, but equally if it doesn't float your boat, that's great too. The truth is, it's not like there's a chooser decided anything, despite what you may believe. And I find that deeply humbling.
Anyhow, it's that time again. This is my last day in Padstow. In fact, we'll be leaving the flat at lunchtime. I'll miss the place very much. We'll be back again next year to soak up a bit more of the delights of Cornwall and all the happy memories we've accumulated over the space of the last 15 years.
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