This morning, just like many others the first thing I did was to meditate. I followed Jon Kabat Zinn’s Body Scan Meditation where you bring your attention to each part of your body in turn, breathing into it and out of it. It’s comprehensive and covers the outer body from your toes to the crown of the head.
The only thing is that this morning I missed the top and ankle of my left foot, my left knee, right lower leg, hips, lower back, chest, shoulders, mouth, nose and eyes.
I was following the trains of thought which run around my brain. One second I was ahead wondering what Christmas will be like, the next at the health food shop, will it be open on Christmas Eve, how will I manage the heavy suitcase all the way to Scotland? Back now, to the conversation with the hotel porter, the life story of the waiter in the restaurant, seeing all the people waiting for the plane, wondering if Rowan be alright, have I got enough warm clothes, maybe I’ve got too many clothes, will the children be alright, what will it be like coming back?……………………..argh!
Exhausted, no blinking wonder.
I’ve been thinking about the simple life I would like to live, and yes I know it may sound a long way off given what goes on in my head. But that’s just it; I realise now that no matter what I do with the exterior dimensions of my life, no matter how many material items I liberate ,or how much tidying up and reorganising I do it will never be enough until I simplify what goes on in my head.
All this relaxation, mediation, EFT, yoga and whatever is part of the journey there and it does work, though after what i’ve just said you could be questioning that!
Honestly when I started doing this particular meditation just over a year ago I heard the part about breathing into my stomach at the beginning and I came-to at the end when he said to wiggle your fingers and toes.
In between times I was/am off in my very complicated and busy mind.
I see it now, the mass of twisted, intersected routes, the multiple connections, the spaghetti of neural pathways which carries me away into a tangled web of mad thinking racing from one junction to the next, getting fired off down little off-shoots only to reemerge at some junction where I then scream off at high-speed into some past or future event.
So the simple life is one where many of these pathways have withered and faded away from lack of use, where there are few carefully chosen routes to go along which lead to calm, peace, harmony, joy, love and connection.
I’d like a pair of snippers for Christmas please to help me prune this mess, to clear out the dead wood and let the new shoots grow free.