In February, meditation teacher and author, Sharon Salzberg sponsors a 28-Day Meditation Challenge. Everybody is invited to commit to meditating every day for the month and join the mindfulness community. As part of the challenge, I’ll be blogging throughout the month (along with other meditator/bloggers) about the experience. You can find the posts on Sharon’s site and I’ll share mine on Focus Pocus.
28-Day Meditation Challenge ~ Day 16
Monday, February 16, 2015
I am in Virginia and it is snowing.
These two pieces of information are enough to throw a state full of grown-ups into a hair-on-fire, twisted-panty frenzy of bread- and milk-buying and cancelling everything.
I grew up in Connecticut, went to college in Maine, and lived in Boston for more than a decade so every time this happens, I shake my head. Yes, I know that we don’t have the equipment to deal with snow here the way they do up north. And yes, I know that children’s well-being is at stake so better safe than sorry. Yes, yes, yes, I know all that.
And still I wonder at the phenomenon of panicked buying of foodstuffs and toilet paper. Standing in the checkout line, you can smell the fear like over-used body spray.
I’m not getting judge-y here. It happens to me, too. Just not about snow.
Sitting today, I noticed that my left knee wasn’t feeling better and in fact worse than it did yesterday. That was enough to send my mind spiraling. In a handful of breaths, my career as a movement instructor was over and I was going in for radical knee-removal surgery.
When I go into my health fear stories, my husband says things like, “Remember that time you had a heart attack?” (it was heart burn) “And when you had M.S. that day?” (my knees were numb. I still don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t M.S.)
Such a wise ass, that husband of mine. But he’s right. One way or the other, everything will change and my amped-up fear does nothing to keep me present and calm in this very moment.
So I’m probably not going to venture out to Whole Foods this afternoon.
And I probably won’t call the knee surgeon, either.
I’ll just sit right here by the fire and watch the snow.