After a day of eating turkey and having a quiet Thanksgiving, one would think I’d be in a natural state of calm, and as it goes with most things, one would be completely wrong. When the heart and mind are in turmoil, when the little frustrations and blames prickle the minutes, I turn to the only solution that makes a difference, even if it’s just for a moment, and for me that’s meditation.
As Andy was watching a Dean Martin roast in the den, smiling and letting out a rare laugh, I lowered the music and lights in the living room and began taking deep and slow breaths. I lit a stick of Palo Santo and blew it out, watching the smoke curl around me, then closing my eyes and sinking into a deeper breath.
It took a little while, but eventually I found the empty space – the clear and calm stillness in that place where no thoughts raced or worried. It’s easier to find it than it was when I began meditating, and for that I’m grateful for the practice and the time spent figuring it out. It is a perch I can access wherever and whenever I need a bit of calm.
