
We each have our own intention in our practice. For some it is to relax. For some to connect with their higher power or divinity. For others it is a pathway to awareness and self-enlightenment. Regardless the reason, we all sit quietly to accomplish it.
I believe passionately in the power of meditation to change lives. It has changed, and continues to change, my life. I have seen growth and peace in members of our group. I would go so far as to say I believe if everyone practiced 30-minutes of meditation each day it could make way for the utopia we all seek.
Finding that 30-minutes each day can be hard. Discipline, commitment and time-management are required. As most things are in our lives, I have found when life isn't going so easy my practice suffers. I go into a "survival mode" that forgets all about meditation and how soothing it is for my soul. I forget how meditation helps me process what is going on around and inside of me. I forget how it keeps me focused on the "here and now", not yesterday and tomorrow.
When life overwhelms and I enter that survival mode, I stop meditating. I might take a few minutes here or there, but not my regular sitting practice. Time seems to escape me and I'm tired all the time. Meditation is too hard. I can't sit still. I have an encyclopedia full of excuses.
One thing I can't shrug off is my responsibility to my meditation group. I have committed to providing a space for people to meditate twice a month. It doesn't matter how many times I've sat between group meditations. It doesn't matter how much I've read or studied. It doesn't matter how "un-Buddha-like" my behavior may have been lately. All that matters is I provide a safe and comfortable space for others to come together and meditate.
While they sit, I sit.
I always sit at least twice a month, thanks to my group. Sometimes, we must learn to rely on others until we find our feet beneath us again.
I am very grateful for my meditation family.