Mindfulness coach Susan Kaiser Greenland talks about how in a mindfulness practice we focus on a present-moment experience. In the midst of our busy day, she contends, we can still stop and just feel our feet walking the earth. To be thankful with each step. Or to pause and feel our feet in our shoes, touching the ground, stabilizing us.
I used to get so caught up in thinking a meditation practice as being a certain thing. I thought it had to be a specific way to be “real.” What a ridiculous proposition! We are all 100% ourselves, with our own lenses. Of course it isn’t any particular way. It’s what we need it to be, what we make it to be.
I remember how a few years ago I read how Americans “do sushi eating all wrong.” I posted about it on my Facebook wall. Apparently, we’re not supposed to put ginger in the soy sauce and make a ginger/soy/wasabi concoction that fits our taste buds. Apparently, in Japan, this makes a stir.
OK. So, if I go to Japan and eat sushi, I’ll ask locals how to do it in the Japanese way, in order to follow local customs and rituals.
The same goes with meditation. If ever I go to Tibet and meet a Zen Buddhist monk and am asked to meditate with them–I’ll follow their lead. Until that time, I’ll meditate in the way that most easily helps me commune with God.
I mean, I’m already bending so many religious and spiritual and dare I say, occult practices by being a Methodist that talks about the divine being an “it” or “gender neutral” rather than a “he.” It’s exceptionally off-book to say GOD all the time when talking about Buddhism. I do tarot cards and talk about God and have many visible tattoos. I’m a walking contradiction.
I guess what I’m saying, is something I’ve felt and believed my entire life. That religion and belief are your own unique thing. I’ve always felt like “hell” or the “afterlife” or “heaven” is going to be what we think it is going to be. If we think it’s a place with dogs running around and cheese fondue and chocolate fountains, and we really believe that deep down, it probably will be. And it could be that what I just said is maybe your version of hell, instead of the heaven it would be to me. No matter. I think you get what I mean. I hope.
Here’s someone having a blissful, present-moment experience:
I’m going to keep aiming to be like her.
I was her, just 40+ years ago.
We can all live right in the moment. It’s up to perspective.