Days Fifty - Fifty-Five, Thursday, April 12, 2012

Last week was Passover, and as per tradition we retold the Exodus story.  Poor Moses never made it to the Promised Land.  Irony can really suck (this I know from personal experience). The meditation time was difficult to fit in what with all the friends and family around.  I missed one day and another day, I only meditated for fifteen minutes.  Is is my imagination or did I enjoy my time with my family more than usual?  It seems there was a bit less stress, less focus on the things I could not control and more time and space available to enjoy the company.

On the second night of Passover, I had an audience willing to hear about my meditation journey.  Billy, the son of my best friend, is twenty-four years old and has the capacity and curiosity of a Renaissance man.  Jon Kabat-Zinn's book Wherever You Go, There You Are is on his bookshelf.  Roxanne is a doctor, but I love her anyway. I love her because she is the kind of doc interested in healthy lifestyle and food.  She's not afraid of eastern medicine, in fact she's intrigued by it.  (check out her blog Your Health is On Your Plate if you're interested:  )    Roxanne said I seemed different and this pleased me very much.  It's difficult to say anything that would shock Roxanne, but when I told her meditation was a practice where the goal was to have no goals, she couldn't believe it.  "Not even to make you more aware?"  Nope, not even that.