Last week, I wondered about the value of unrehearsed, unproduced unquiet moments of non-meditation.
I found the perfect moment today:
- Weezer’s cover of Africa was playing on the stereo.
- Some of us were singing, some were reading children’s books, some were dancing. I was washing dishes.
- And Benjamin was wailing because we were not having dessert.
The sheer cacophony of it all inspired me to grab my phone and record an on-the-spot Messy Meditation.
I love this one. It’s got some fierce presence to it. The ambience is wild. It feels to me like it comes from the eye of the house’s hurricane, and it features the mantra I’ve been trying out for myself: “I’m here for this.”