Most of us know that meditation is a powerful tool that can absolutely and completely transform our lives for the better. Then why aren’t we using it in the specific ways that it is meant to be used? Why are we being so fickle or temperamental with its usage?
Are you rushing through life instead of living each moment in the here and now? Are you imagining that there’s something better at the end of the tunnel, at the end of all of that rushing?
Whenever I think about all of the wonderful benefits that meditation has bought my way, I’m so grateful that I started meditating. I feel absolutely lucky to have discovered the practice of meditation (and unmuddying the mind) so early on in my life (I think I was 28 when I started meditating).
Why does mindfulness matter so much? Why is every guru out there, harping about meditation, and its benefits? And why is everything nowadays laced with this idea of being present and being in the moment? Is it really that important, this mindfulness idea? For freedom seekers it is.
When we are here in this moment in time, and if we aren’t happy in this moment in time, we believe our peace and happiness lies somewhere in the future. It’s there, out there somewhere. It’s not here, it’s not here with me, but out there.
Recently, I started thinking about the first time, I meditated, and it bought up a host of memories for me. Such an interesting journey it has been for me, and I wanted to share a bit of it with you. Hopefully, you will find it interesting, enlightening, and engaging. I did my first meditation session when I did my Yoga …
It’s a weird journey that we are all on, isn’t it? I mean, we think we are growing, and we are getting somewhere, wherever that place might be to each person. And suddenly, a roadblock appears, or worse, something much harsher. Our shitty life begins.
Okay, so swear words in the name of the blog post – perhaps that is not a good start, and perhaps it is. You gotta take the plunge into the deep end, right? Anyways, why would anyone want to be unfuckable? And what the hell does that even mean? First of all, it’s not a real word, so there. If …
I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of my daily hours foraging for food. It’s either thinking about food, thinking about my next or previous meals, wondering when I will get to eat next, and where I will eat next (have you ever tried a hunger meditation?).