:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Friday, October 17, 2003 ::

My mother will remember the ceremony she arranged for me when I was nine at the local sufi house in our California town. It was to "discover" my mantra, in the first step to meditation. She meditated daily, and suggested it as a remedy for the reduction of my stress and hyperactivity. It was an out-of-the-box experience for me then, and I know some of it was lost on this nine-year-old. But I never forgot it, and have often come back to that little tool as the means to a center. That, after all, was the idea, wasn't it? From there, it grows with you, perhaps into a kind of coping instinct that kicks in. When it does, you often find yourself with a little perspective, which is handy when everything around you feels so chaotic. That's sort of where things are this week. I'm barely awake and moving through time. There are spaces ahead in the distance of rest, leisure, creativity, fellowship.... The meditative moments create small pockets of peacefulness in between. So often it's the silences between the notes that define the music itself. There are times when it's necessary just to let everything else fall away and know this. And sometimes, in quietude, you hear so much.

:: Anne 1:04 AM [smartass remarks] ::
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