Meditation in the Afternoon

My precious boys, walking home from the rec center, almost skipping on this beautiful spring Friday.
My precious boys, walking home from the rec center, almost skipping on this beautiful spring Friday.

The sun is bright today, and the kids are home, our last day together on vacation this spring.

The plans we had made fell away as life took over. An upset stomach overnight for one of the kids translated to not going to synagogue this morning for the 7th day of Passover, and the of course, the afternoon hike was too risky, without a bathroom nearby.

And so we improvised. A leisurely morning in the quiet of our home and just being together. Sleeping until the soul awakened, and I had time to meditate this morning before anyone was up, starting the day in bliss.

Dressed by midday, and everyone fed, we took to the sidewalks on a sunny but windy afternoon, and meandered our way up to the rec center, to shoot some pool, play a little foos ball, and just enjoy the slow minutes of nowhere to go.

On the way home, a friend passed us on the street in her car and stopped to say hello. Her son waved to my youngest and suddenly a playdate popped up on the horizon. They came to our house and the boys scampered off, and I had the unexpected gift of slow time with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, just talking at the kitchen table.

Sun cascading through the window behind my desk. A perfect day.
Sun cascading through the window behind my desk. A perfect day.

When she mentioned how tired she was, I offered to make coffee. “We could meditate,” she said instead.

This, from a friend I had never meditated with before. We aren’t yoga buddies, even. But I jumped at the chance. What an inspired an impromptu gift!

Thankfully, I have two back-jacks in my meditate alcove, and we sat side by side, my iPhone set for 15 minutes of quiet.

We closed our eyes in unison, and I went to that place I really love to go. The place of silence and heart, where instant shapes mesmerize before my sight, and I retreat to the notions that come to me rather than trying to do it all myself.

My darling girl, bouncing a basketball home, walking beside me.
My darling girl, bouncing a basketball home, walking beside me.

A butterfly. A vivid vibrating heart. Clarity.

The alarm went off, a gentle harp waking us from our reverie. “That was 15 minutes?” she said. I nodded at the brevity of it.

When you retreat into your soul, there’s never enough time. It’s just so hard to force the break in the day to do it. And yet, when I go there, it’s really where I want to be.

There is never enough time to synchronize your heart and mind. But it is so worth it to try.

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