Traditional meditation has always been difficult for me. My mind bounces around like a ball loosed from a small child’s hand. My internal to-do-list (you know those things you meant to do, but forgot to do) pops in and out of mind and I end up frustrated. Frustrated with myself because I can’t focus my attention within and quiet my thoughts for 10 minutes and frustrated with the whole damn process of meditation.
Instead, for the past few months, I’ve continued my morning practice of prayer, reading inspirational and enlightening works, and writing in my journal. This has become my meditation. The time when I go within, quiet my mind, focus on expanding my consciousness and listening for inspiration. Music helps.
Music centers me. It provides a point of focus on which my mind can connect in order to quiet itself. This morning, I chose Jules Massenet’s lovely composition “Thais/Meditation” performed by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra of London as my meditation music. Music is useless to me in traditional meditation. But when I simply sit with my journal, an inspirational book or the Bible or Qu’ran, with music playing, I am centered and open. Open for inspiration, for creative ideas, for insight in things that may be going on in my life, world and affairs. I am open for guidance.
I’m currently reading “The Seat of the Soul”, by Gary Zukav. His chapter on the subject of reverence struck a chord: “Reverence is contact with the essence of each thing and person and plant and bird and animal. It is contact with the interior of its beingness….Reverence is a perception, but it is a holy perception.”
So what does it mean to be in contact with the essence of a thing? I am still trying to find that out. I was lead to take another look at some images I took earlier this year, to re-edit them as the music was leading me.
This, I guess,is where the music and the inner voice led me as I try and make contact with the essence of this little hibiscus at this moment in time.