Gandhi once said, “Today is going to be a busy day. I must mediate twice as long.”
Mediation doesn’t mean much to me. I even hate the word! Sounds creepy and cultic. During my last session with my nutritionist, Anna, I was given the homework of meditating. Like most of my dramatic reactions, I rolled my eyes, huffed and replied, “I’m not into that new age-y stuff.”
But meditation means “to listen.” So prayer is to talk to God, and meditation is to listen. There are definitely people out there who take the whole meditation thing way too far. But for someone like me who stays busy literally every minute of the day, quieting my soul isn’t such a bad thing. So, I looked at Anna with one eyebrow raised and reluctantly agreed to give it a shot.
I sat on my bed cross-legged. Anna told me that there is no right or wrong way to mediate but to be sure my spine is straight. Why? I didn’t ask. Can I at least lean against my pillows? I laughed at myself for trying to cheat. So as I positioned myself appropriately (or the way I’ve seen in the movies) I closed my eyes and quieted my mind. Anna said to just listen to my breathing. At first, all I could hear was the teenage quarrel taking place on the sidewalk outside my window. (BTW, in case you’re wondering–Latrina ain’t gonna let her baby daddy sleep with her best friend, Kemesha. Dat ain’t gonna fly no mo). But as I really listened to my breathing, I tuned everything else out and my breath got deeper and slower. I became more relaxed that I think I’ve EVER been. I told myself I’d try this for 5 minutes. But by the time I looked up, over 20 minutes had gone by. I listened for God’s voice to boom through my ceiling and wanted so desperately for Him to give me some huge revelation like who my husband will be. But instead He told me that He loved me and cares for me. After a long while of just listening, my mind began to talk to God. I told Him that I loved Him, too, and that I want to be the woman He has destined me to be. Conversation took place for a long time without me moving my lips once. It was an odd, yet satisfying experience.
The bible says “pray continually.” (1 Thess 5:17). Meditation and prayer go hand in hand, I think. I will certainly try this again and hopefully get good enough at it to be able to do it between clients at work where the noise level is very high. There are many benefits to taking a few minutes and “checking out.” It helps restore, rejuvenate and refuel your body and mind. Give it a shot. What could it hurt?