"I'm one part feather in the wind and one part gypsy ..."
Being able to be in my head and take a journey through thoughts feels like a special gift. Sometimes I visualize a particular setting. I won't go into details because it's oddly personal, but sometimes I'm in the nineteenth century. Clothes are drying outside on a breezy morning hanging from a clothesline and from there my thoughts explore the town, the people and whatever. Sometimes I'm down by the river along the forest's edge. Other times I'm in the here and now just reining in my thoughts toward stillness.
Sometimes meditation music plays on the computer. Other times it's silent. Still other times, it's just being still, being quiet, just being. I flow with whatever I happen to feel on a particular day, at a particular moment. I've tried a schedule. I've tried a format. It doesn't work for me. I'm not wired that way. I'm one part feather in the wind and one part gypsy. I've tried being something else like more anchored, more conventional, more normal or just plain more. But it's not me. I get root rot if I can't move around and if I'm living by a clock and calendar. But I digress.
Whatever method of meditation I choose on any given day isn't what's important and isn't the point. Mediating is. I need a certain amount of undisturbed time each day to feel the calm, the quiet, and my breath. It's part of keeping my balance.
There are parts of me that change and grow, and with age and time, I like more of what I see happening on the inside, which is what helps me accept what I see happening on the outside. Meditation has played a big part in this feeling.
A blog on ageing is soon to come!