2nd mediatation

posted by the vegan husband

Once it becomes common knowledge that you dabble in a veganish lifestyle, it’s assumed that you are open-minded enough to try anything.  Pitch any hackneyed, hippie, craze-of-the-moment at us and we’ll bite down with a full set of choppers.  Whether it’s solar panels, electric cars, or magnetic bracelets, just tell us where to sign up.

There is some truth in this.  We have tried hypnosis, acupuncture, yoga, and baking our own bread, all in the name of a healthier lifestyle.  Our latest attempt at inner peace is good old-fashioned meditation.

You’ve heard about meditation.  It goes back to the 5th and 6th centuries BC.  What that means, I think, is that every living thing except for dinosaurs has mediated in some form or another.  And evidence suggests that dinosaurs could have benefited from it.

You don’t hear much about meditation until someone like Madonna or Justin Bieber starts doing it.  Then it becomes trendy and suddenly everyone says, “Give me a latte with skim milk and make it snappy!  I have to get home to meditate.”

According to Wikipedia, meditation “is a practice in which an individual trains the mind or induces a mode of consciousness, either to realize some benefit or as an end in itself.”  Woah.  You don’t even need to have a reason to meditate.  You can do it just because.

And I can readily attest to the fact that you don’t need a reason to meditate.  We do it just because it feels good.  We have no stress in our lives.

At this point you should all be doubled over laughing because, even if you live in Switzerland where they mostly ski and eat chocolate all day, you have stress in your lives.  With children, parents, in-laws, pets, blogs, and cell phones, Americans have about three million PSI’s of stress.  But ten to fifteen minutes of daily meditation can knock that number down by about twenty percent.

Soothing meditation sites are on the internet in almost as great numbers as sites devoted to Lindsay Lohan.  Most of the ones we listen to have subdued instrumental music and a soothing female British voice saying things like, “Your breath is filling your lungs like the Pacific Ocean rushing to the shore,” or “Feel yourself floating above the clouds like a wayward balloon.”

After the first few minutes, I am oblivious to the voice.  Not because I’m in such an enlightened state, but because I am asleep.  We have yet to meditate one time where I did not fall asleep.  But that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable.

Some people like to chant when they meditate, in the style of 12th century monks.  Try it if you want to, but I think it would just keep you awake.