During the 40 days leading up to Easter, commonly known as Lent, I committed to a daily meditation practice. Whether or not it’s done for a strictly religious reason, I think that Lent is as good a time as any to try something – anything – worthwhile, and for a long enough time to really let it sink in a bit. Religious and spiritual leaders have been showing the powers of prayer and meditation for thousands of years – now modern science is getting on board too, with efforts like the Center for Investigating Healthy Minds right here on the UW campus demonstrating the positive power of meditation. It’s not linked to one faith or another – all it is is a tuning-in to the present moment, to one’s present self. It’s a certain kind of exercise – actually physical – that conditions the brain’s activity in a way that has lasting impacts into the rest of the day.
Some days, meditation fit nicely into my schedule as a welcome reprieve; others, it was a bit of an afterthought. But I did it – 40 days in a row. (Incidentally, since then I also went 40 days in a row without using my car, but that’s another story.) I don’t think it was until after the 40 days were over that I really appreciated its power, though. As additional days slipped away without making that time for myself, time for quiet reflection, I noticed myself less calm, feeling like I had less direction. So I’ve looked for ways to get it back.
With summertime fast approaching, with early sunrises and late sunsets, there’s a lot of daylight in each beautiful day now. I’m trying not to fill all the time in with “stuff” at the expense spending time not doing stuff. Whether it’s a formal meditation or not, taking the time to sit in the yard, watch the bunnies, look at the sky… just to pause, is a healthy part of every day. It can even happen during a workout – as long as the mind lets go of clutter for a while. When I’m feeling right, a ride in the country is my meditation – it’s being alert to all my senses as I glide through the universe, leaving everything else behind, if only for a while.
My body clock has synchronized with the sun lately – going to bed as the sun sets and getting up with its first light. It feels natural. Many mornings, I begin the day with writing, when my mind seems to be the most calm and ready to make objective sense out of the things I’m thinking about. If I can keep up this latest streak, we might just find that my infrequent blogging has been the result of more-frequent writing efforts on my book. I know, is it all talk? It’s been three years, and I’m not one to not finish a job I start.









