When I first saw this cartoon, I laughed with knowing awareness, since it is how I and many who meditate, find the practice to go. The truth is, meditation is ‘not what you think’. My initial foray into that realm occurred under water as I swam multiple laps for many years as a competitive swimmer, long before I put my tush on a meditation cushion or yoga mat. It seemed a natural thing to do, as I was in the ‘zone’, clocking mile after mile in chlorinated nirvana. I lost track of time, lost count of laps, my body cutting through the water seemingly effortlessly at times. At the end of the practice, shaking off the droplets, I felt both exhausted and exhilirated. These days, I appreciate the saying that prayer is talking to God, meditation is listening for the answer. I admit, that I don’t have a disciplined practice, catching glimpses of the insides of my eyelids (other than for sleep) not as often as I would like. I do know that when I do submerge into deep delta state, I emerge refreshed and re-energized…who wouldn’t want more of that?
When I am doing it solo, that dialogue in the cartoon is an accurate portrayal, a running patter in my ever so active, swinging from the trees monkey mind, chattering at me about all the things I could be/should be doing rather than ‘wasting’ my time traveling in other realms…plenty of opportunity while I am sleeping, is what I tell myself. When I experience guided meditation in the presence of someone who is soothing of voice and deft of technique, I immerse more deeply, letting go of control. I don’t always remember what happens in that state, but I know that I am receiving benefit nonetheless. Music helps me too, as a beckoning invitation to float away on its melodious and harmonic raft. I welcome entering the zen zone~