There was once a time when I couldn’t imagine meditating, much less meditating with a friend by my side, but the world has changed in the past few years, and so it was that Kira and I found ourselves in an afternoon meditation when she was visiting last weekend. Amid the catching up and relaxing, we took a window of ten minutes to do a joint meditation, and it was a nice change-up from the solitary meditation I typically do.
Sitting down on the attic floor, we slowed our breathing, and let the thoughts cross our minds, acknowledging then releasing them. With eyes closed, we continued our slow and deep breathing, pausing the day and making a memory. Being wholly present in the moment sometimes embeds itself in the mind better than writing about it can.
Sharing it with a dear friend brought a new perspective, and a more mindful experience. It made me see the practice from an outsider’s view, and Kira’s questions lent new introspection. It also re-engaged my focus, shaking up what had become a repetitive practice with a jolt of joy.
