It’s never been like me to call on a higher power. The closest I ever came was in the fifth grade when I shouted up at the sky angrily, “If you are real, now would be a GREAT TIME to do something!” I wanted to believe but it all felt like a fairy tale to me. For many years I was very conflicted over this, but as I grew up the feelings faded.
I have a deep love for the peaceful quiet that only solitude can create. When the dogs are sleeping, and the only sounds I hear are birds chirping, my introspective mind comes alive.
The blank in between the interactions, where I can find my true self, uncluttered by the sounds and feelings of others. This is my chapel, my holy place, where I speak with my soul.
Written words are enchanting magic spells, casting thoughts out into the wider world. As I relax into a quiet space behind my keyboard something miraculous happens.
Many people complain about how much they hate writing papers, but my experience with writing (typing) has been very different.
It doesn’t feel right, brushes, picks, and gloves invading and overwhelming my senses. Still, despite times of great discomfort, I take care of my teeth. If I don’t they will surely fall out.
Angelic notes give me goosebumps, making the top of my head tingle as the vibrations radiate through every inch of my flesh. If an artist is feeling a strong emotion while singing I become like a mirror, my mood instantly reflecting back the feelings of the vocalist.
My favorite songs have words that draw me in, painting a story. Sometimes I close my eyes, allowing myself to drift away to magical places that only exist in my daydreams. Vivid music videos playing in my head made up of clips and bits from things I’ve seen and imagined through my entire life.
Mindfulness and meditation have been a big part of my life for several years now. I’m always happy to share with people how helpful meditation is for me.
Unfortunately almost everyone I talk to about meditation “can’t meditate”.
“I wish I could meditate. My mind isn’t made for that!” or “I can’t stand being still”, a few of the most common excuses why people tell me they “can’t meditate”.
People assume meditation was always easy for me, while in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.
You are only experiencing the world through your own filter,
just like I can only view the world through mine.
We all have many ways to see.
There are differences between you and me.
Little noises in a quiet room. Did anyone else hear that sound?
There is a humming lamp and a high pitched screeching.
I look around at everyone sitting calmly, not a glance or a twitch.
No one else appears bothered, so my headphones come out.