I decided yesterday that I am going to put more effort into my meditation practice. Currently, it consists of brief moments of quiet reflection amidst the joy and chaos that four young children bring. Let me clarify, however, that, for me, meditation does not consist solely of passive meditation, i.e. remaining physically still while focusing on either nothing or on one single thing, such as a mantra, candle flame, or one's breath. I much prefer active meditation, i.e. being so engrossed in a task that the mind is calm and open to whatever may come (active meditation also involves taking that act and rendering it an offering to the Divine. All acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.)
Active meditation is a form that is much more manageable with above mentioned little monsters storming about and, I find, makes more sense in a belief structure where we emphasize not just being fully present within the world but also being an active part within it, which is quite the opposite within Hinduism and Buddhism, from which the detached, passive meditation form originates.
As such, everyday activities just as cleaning, walking, and, one of my favorites, sewing, can become meditation (not to mention that they are also able to become magickal acts, but I digress.)
But, as I stated above, I'm an going to be putting more effort into this practice, attempting to be more fully aware in and of the world (I have a tendency to close myself off, defense mechanism that has long since served its purpose,) and, despite the perception I may have given with everything written so far, I am going to make more active attempts at passive meditation. Quiet moments of calm and reflection are to be cherished, and are available to me only during my morning cup of Green Tea and when the kids run off further ahead on our hikes, allowing me a moment to watch the Wind dance with the trees and breath in the All.
Throwing the Bones