At Urban Dharma recently, Gene Lushtak described the average meditation experience as going something like this in our busy little minds:
DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA <quiet> DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA <quiet> DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA <quiet> DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA
For however long you try to sit, this is how it goes. If you’re lucky. Those tiny, fleeting moments of <quiet>—almost imperceptible, but yet so rich—are the moments we look for and hope to eventually expand.
It’s like in yoga, how we cultivate the pause between the breaths. There is the in breath. The pause. The out breath. And the pause. That pause: it’s the magic moment. That precious glimpse when you’re totally relaxed, not expending one iota of energy in breathing, and just chillin’ in the moment.
I haven’t had a lot of down time lately, not too many of the <quiet> moments, and I’m missing that. It’s so hard to remember, when the world spins like a maelstrom of To Do items and stress and future-anxiety, that the here-and-now, the present, the cherished <quiet> moments… that’s what it’s really all about.
Whatever it takes to find them.
