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Setting an Intention

Setting an Intention

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“Set an intention,” said Christina, my yoga teacher, at the beginning of class yesterday. She says this often and I take her message to heart. Usually, I skim through the lives and situations of my three daughters, tabulating which one needs my intention most that day.

I try to keep my intention in mind through the sun salutations and down dogs, though I can’t always say I’m successful. Yesterday we tackled garudasana, eagle pose, so mostly I tried to stay upright.

But a couple of hours after yoga class I spoke with the very daughter I’d made the focus of my intention. She had resolved a problem we’d discussed earlier, she said, had made a decision she’d been thinking about for days.

It was most likely just a coincidence, but I like to think that some little transfer took place, that the regard and effort of one life can somehow be applied to another. Wouldn’t that be something? A chink in the armor and boundaries of self, proof of our permeability, reason to hope in the power and the purpose of everyday actions.

Concentration

Concentration

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The old map showed it, clear as day, a trail angling off to the north from a paved path I usually take out and back. So we explored it yesterday, on a cold, cloudy afternoon when the leafless trees held no secrets.

It looked like little more than a deer trail at first, but the logs flanking it gave it respectability. Before long there was a sign: Pine Branch Trail. Thinking it might be a distraction from the ultimate destination — a Nature Center — we ignored it and pressed north. We made it over a bridge, down a paved path, back into the woods on the Snakeden Trail, then crossed Glade and into the forest where we started. 

I’m speaking as if great distances were covered, and they were not. But new territory slows the walk, makes one concentrate on the subtleties. And concentration refreshes the mind. 

Looking at Clouds

Looking at Clouds

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This morning I awoke to the house at rest, a house that somehow held 22 people for a sit-down Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. 

An outside table was pulled in, borrowed chairs were tucked under it, and the best china was pulled from its sleeves, dusted off and actually used.

Today, I could do some Black Friday shopping, I could catch up with classwork …. or, I could do what I most want to do, which is to look out my office window at clouds scudding across the sky. 

Deep Breathing

Deep Breathing

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Though I try and clear my decks for a true meditation session several times a week, I consider myself a remedial student at best. Worse than remedial, because it seems like it was easier to avoid distractions when I first began than it is now. Not sure why that is!

But in one way this new habit has taken hold, and that is in the practice of deep breathing. My falling-to-sleep routine consists of deep, counted breaths, my falling-back-to-sleep routine too. I have more luck with the former than the latter, but in both areas, I’m definitely better off than I was before.

And then there are those moments. You know the ones I mean: sitting at a long stoplight or in the dentist’s chair. Waiting for a file to load. The small anxieties and trials of daily life. 

Since I began meditating — thanks to my former workplace, which still allows me to join their morning meditation group — I use deep breathing all the time. And it almost never fails to still my racing heart. I’ll be meditating again in a moment. My shoulders are dropping a notch or two right now in anticipation.

Think Zebras!

Think Zebras!

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Doctors are taught that when you hear the sound of hoofbeats, think horses not zebras. It’s a saying I’ve always appreciated, worrier that I am, a reminder to see the molehill instead of the mountain. But even doctors know that in some situations, it’s better to think mountains — or zebras.

This is especially true in Maryland, where five zebras escaped from a farm and 30 days later have yet to be caught. Zebras have been spotted grazing in suburban yards and dashing across suburban lanes. 

Officials tell folks to be careful around the wild animals, that they cannot be caught, they must be corralled. Funny, I was just reading about zebras in the book Guns, Germs and Steel (more on this classic in a later post), how, unlike the forerunners of the horse, zebras are impossible to tame. They cannot be lassoed, and they have a tendency to bite. 

The Maryland zebras are living proof of these biological and historical facts. 

(Photo: Wikimedia Commons)

Summer Tasks

Summer Tasks

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Here it still feels like full-on summer, but with autumn officially beginning next week there’s more urgency to complete the tasks of summer — everything from weeding the garden to bathing the dog, a task that may happen later today, depending upon energy levels of both dog and humans.

Perhaps I should say tasks made easier by summer in the latter case, actions more easily performed outside that in, like the sudsing up and rinsing off of a sometimes cantankerous canine, or the cleaning of a feather- and seed-layered birdcage.

On the other hand, it’s also nice to read, write and think outside, to look and listen and remember, storing up the cricket sounds and bird calls for a leaner, bleaker season. Those activities should not — and will not — be forgotten. 

Function and Form

Function and Form

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Most of the time I float along in my English major bubble, writing posts and essays, paying little to no heed to how things work.  I turn the tap and water flows. I flip a switch and lights come on.

But lately I’ve been forced to take measurements, consider function over form, to — in my own small and limited way — think like an engineer. 

This shouldn’t be difficult; two of my siblings are engineers. However, they ended up with all of the math genes, while I muddle along in a touchy-feely alternative universe. 

Until recently, when I’ve been forced to pay attention. Take the bathroom shower, for instance. I jump in one every day; most of us do. But it took me weeks to realize that a fixed glass panel by the shower controls in the new bathroom would prevent me from setting the water temperature before I get in. 

Turns out, there’s a remedy for this — the shower controls can be moved closer to the entryway and away from the shower head — but had I not thought differently for a moment…  I would never have known about it.

Spacious Mind

Spacious Mind

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A happy mind is a spacious mind, intoned the voice that I have come to associate with calm. It’s the voice of the Headspace application (its founder, as a matter of fact), and it has been my guide on this several-month journey I’ve been taking recently, dipping my toe into the shallowest end of the deep waters of meditation.

Any progress I’ve made has been courtesy of my place of employ, which has sponsored Headspace meditation sessions every workday since mid-March, most of which I’ve attended.

Some days I’m a hopeless case and can barely follow the instructions. But other days I can feel myself in another place, one where thoughts flit into my mind and just as easily float out again; one where following the breath, flowing with the breath, is becoming a little more second nature.

Today, when I heard this line that a happy mind is a spacious mind, a mind that has room for other people, other ideas, I’ll admit I broke the first rule of meditation. I didn’t let that thought move through and out. I savored it a bit, I pondered the implications.

Equating happiness with spaciousness, yes, it works — though you could just as easily equate it with coziness and smallness and manageability. But in this case I imagined the clear sky that you reach when you soar above the clouds. The spaciousness of the heavens, of the mind unencumbered.

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere

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I’ve considered and forgotten several post ideas as this rainy day makes me sleepy. So far I’ve spent way too much time reading the newspaper. I’ve looked up recipes, made vague notes about what ingredients I would need to make them, then decided salad for dinner again isn’t such a bad idea.

I’ve answered emails, tidied the kitchen, refreshed the cut flowers, written in my journal, eaten yogurt and strawberries, and brought my crocheting downstairs — though I’ve yet to touch the hook.

I tell myself that when one is normally a tightly scheduled person, it’s healthy to do nothing for a few hours  — but of course, I don’t believe it.

Outside, the world is green and dripping. I was out in it early, committing to the walk before I knew it was drizzling and not wanting to miss the birds calling to each other at daybreak. My shoes won’t dry for hours.  But that’s just fine — I’m not going anywhere.

(A rare photo of the house without cars in the driveway.) 

Roaming Free

Roaming Free

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What happens when a post idea flies through my head while I’m trying to participate in the meditation  program my office offers at 9 a.m. most mornings?

It flies through, that’s all … and is lost to posterity.

Meditation means clearing the mind of not only worry and clutter and pointless rumination, but also of the ideas that are sometimes worth developing in this blog.

There’s always a chance that this idea will reappear later, of course. Ideas do that sometimes. But there’s a greater chance that it’s never coming back. And that’s all right. Harvesting thoughts can be a tiring business. Better sometimes to let the mind roam free.