My earliest memories of meditation practice goes back to 2002, when my guide/teacher in activism convinced me that, if I am to bring a change in the World, I need essential tools for self care. Thus straight away I responded to the random flyer inviting passers by to come and learn the benefits of meditation by Sri Chimnoy devotees. I remember looking at the 27 year old female meditation practicioner, talking about her experience of this spiritual practice and glowing inside out. I wanted to be the same way at that age. Powerful, peacful and glowing from the ability to touch both the light and the dark of the self. I admired those abilities and promised myself to work torwards it.
Since then many years have passed and, I have visited many Buddhism centers, meditation retreats, met many teachers and guides, yet have not been able to maintain constant meditation practice. And in the age of social media, flashing movies and fast phased living- it has become even more difficult, yet even more essential. I do return back to meditation in times of stress, confusion and times of sadness and joy, breathing bravely through this particular passage of life. I know that this is a place where I can contstantly return and where I am always welcome. Always. Whenever and wherever.
I am increadibly greatful that this tool of observing mind, having a taste of nothingness, staying present has been gifted to me at considerably young age. And that I have been able to share it, pass the insights of the experience and practice to groups and individuals.
Also knowing that meditation is just one of the ways to touch what is already residing in me, have a space for myself to feel, to witness, to make a choise for the right words and behaviours; a breath before deciding what to reply to the e-mail; a moment spent wishing loving kindeness to another. A space made between spaces. To live, to breath, to be.
(Add that was made for national railway for their campaign to promote commuting by train, while creating time for self.)