My day of peace and tranquility at the park was shattered by a woman who stopped briefly to meditate, sending my shallow mind into overdrive regarding the mystery of meditation. Meditating reminds me of writing, and writing is an internal conversation which propels me faster and farther into discord and confusion. Not surprisingly, there is something I am missing about this whole concept of meditation.
When the woman ran to a spot in the shade she appeared nervous and apprehensive, she bent over to a 90 degree angle, dropped her arms straight down and held that pose for at least 3 minutes. My first guess was she had just completed her run, but who ends their run at the park? She was just about to embark, and her mental state was the last item to be readied for her run. With my eyes glued to her, I watched in fascination as nothing happened for an eternity, and thought to myself that I run to achieve the same mental leveling. Suddenly she stood up straight and confidently began to run. Then it struck me, I’m missing a key component of mental well being.
What went on inside her mind for 3 minutes? Was she thinking about anything?
Was she trying to purge all thought? Was it a mini motivational session? Why does the vision of other people in prayer or meditation make me feel so empty and naive?
Fortunately I was more fascinated with whatever she had, versus what I had not. Surely each person that mediates has a different goal and method for achieving the outcome that justifies continued meditation. It seems like mental silence and concentration would help you focus on something specific, but not achieve thoughtlessness. It is a very personal activity, I hope someone will share more with me, I seek to understand without judgment.