“Meditation will open whole new worlds for you,” the psychic proclaimed.
“I know nothing about it. How do I start?” I was really just being polite. Dragged to this session unwittingly – I thought we were going to be playing euchre – I didn’t want to burst my friends’ bubbles by telling them how skeptical I was.
“It’s really very simple. Find a place and time where you know you won’t be interrupted, clear your mind, and focus on the center of your being.”
Really simple. I decided to try it, since the woman had said a few things that hit home. Maybe she was right about this too.
Step one turned out to be a problem. I was twenty-eight years old, and pregnant with baby number three. Finding a consistent time and place to practice meditation was a challenge. If and when the girls did nap at the same time, I would use those moments to do laundry, prepare a meal, or try to catch a few winks myself.
“Make time,” she had insisted when I told her about my busy schedule. “It is up to you.”
I felt so inadequate as a spiritual being, and at the same time driven to prove I could do it. I grabbed every minute of solitude that I could find. I would learn to practice the art at the drop of a hat. I would become super meditator.
The psychic was right. I had profound revelations, and discovered a new source of wisdom from within. It was amazing.
“Doing it in the same place, and at the same time, communicates your intent to the subconscious, unleashing the inner wisdom,” she had explained.
It was true. With practice, every time I went to my meditation place I would experience that connection, and sometimes even without seeking it, insights would flow.
Then one day, an amazing thing happened. I was out for lunch with a business associate and we were trying to figure out a mutual problem. Neither one of us could find a solution, until I excused myself and went to the Ladies’ room.
Clarity overcame me before I could even flush the toilet, and as I excitedly revealed the answer to my colleague, I marveled at how easily the idea came to me……in the bathroom…..the same place where I practiced meditation at home.
It seems that my subconscious mind is not particular about which bathroom I use. Now I experience inspiration when nature calls.