Wednesday, September 16, 2020


Six years before the start of Pandemica, I began to experiment with meditation.  I was surprised by the power it had, for the longer-than-just-sitting-there effect it had, for the fact that I could calm not only my mental but my physical being.

And then I stopped.  The teacher moved closer but at a less convenient time.  Life got in the way.  I gave it up.

And now I'm faced with adding one more medication to my pillbox; I see the doctor as you drink your coffee, or think about lunch..  With that in mind, I asked Dr. Google for help and she sent me to Deepak Chopra and Oprah's 21 Day Meditation course.... which, unfortunately for me, has ended.

Plunging further into the interwebs, I discovered that there are many ways to access the verbiage.  I don't know if the original course had video, but my eyes were closed so it wouldn't have mattered at all.  I clicked on the first one and settled back into my chair.

It was familiar and strange.  It was impossible and soothing and frustrating and peaceful.  The whole notion of letting thoughts float across your mind without judgement or notice, the letting go, the breathing helps a lot but it's a practice, not an event.

By the time he rang the gentle bell, my shoulders were comfortably out of my ears, my soul was lying comfortably in my self, and my blood pressure was down 12 points.

I'm bringing that piece of data with me to the consultation. 


  1. Good for you. I've tried, I really have.

  2. I'm glad it works for you. I have never really given it a try. My active mind is what keeps me entertained, I think.


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