In the meditation group at work, we’re beginning a two-week session on focus. It’s a skill many of us have lost, given the nature of the modern workplace, with emails, instant messages and other notifications pinging and zinging around us. All the more reason to give it a go. 

In the session that just ended we imagined the body as a scale, with various points — the ankles, solar plexus, chest and brow — as the notes. I struggled to visualize these “notes” in a way that wouldn’t bring PTSD from reliving the most difficult scales from my life as a piano student. (E major? B flat minor? I’ve forgotten so much that I no longer even remember which were most difficult!)

But never mind. The only “performance” that matters now is visualizing a light, like a bulb inside a shade, the narrator says, airy and spacious, touching all the “notes” along the scale. In time, we’ll be able to play this scale at will, simultaneously softening and sharpening our attention. In time, we’ll acquire focus. It sounds lovely — but I’ll believe it when I feel it.