My head is a busy, loud place. Know that feeling? Self-criticism. To-do lists. Frustration. Plans. Hopes. The positive tangles with the negative.
No matter how many time outs I give myself the volume level still gets deafening.
I’m building a habit of practicing silence. Duct tape the voices inside my head. At least the ones pitching temper tantrums. Restore balance. Harmony. Intentional and joyful action flows from a tranquil mind.
I’ve always been challenged by meditation. I’m supposed to just sit there? I can’t sit still to save my life. And while I’m sitting there getting in touch with my inner Yogi (and I’m not talking about the bear) someone will come along and sprinkle me with fairy dust and I’ll jump back into life with birds and sunshine on my shoulders? Puh-leeeese.
Ummmmm …. I shouldn’t speak before I really really put some effort into it. Which I did when I got tired of the chaos in my head.
We’re only human. We don’t always stay on the path of light and sparkly thinking. We do have the power to channel energy in a better direction.
I’ve been using a meditation you can find on our very own Mama And Baby Love. The trick, for my ants in the pants self, was to find a meditation where I didn’t have to be perfectly still.
Meditation calls you home – back to yourself. meditation is nodding a hello at distraction, sending it on its way, then settling back into yourself. Centered. Rested. It creates a quiet and peaceful space. Life may get noisy but it much easier to navigate the joyful, and sometimes stressful, chaos when your mind is calm.
For me, mornings are best. I get up 5 minutes earlier. Roll my yoga mat out beside my bed and move through the meditation. It’s an Irish Spring shower for my brain.
I hold this image in my mind. I’m not striving for perfection but only to carry grace and good things through my cluttered and “lived in” life.
Give yourself the gift of silence. Those minutes for quiet are not hard to find – says one busy Mama to another. They’re the ones you use to stall on starting laundry. The ones where you stand at the counter sorting through a pile of papers. Or wash the last few dishes at the end of the day.
Grab that time. Sit quietly. It’s OK, All that other stuff will still be there. (I’ve yet to have my laundry rush off to do its ownself or had a pile of papers bite me because I asked them to wait patiently for a few minutes).
I grab those moments and slip into that quiet space. When I’m done, my heart has a bit more room for all that’s waiting once my eye’s open.
Do you have a daily meditation practice? Are you a reformed skeptic like me?