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Lest I overstate how I feel about my first four days, I have to stress that my ADHD, crack addicted orangutan- I mean monkey- of a mind still prevails. My early morning thirty minutes is a virtual cluster f*# of to-do’s, did-do’s, oh sh*t’s, oh-god-i-forgot-to-do’s, WTF’s, and so many more wonderful distractions.
And I indulge.
But I still sit. I redirect. I bring my attention to my breath.
Over and over and over again.
While it sounds tedious, it has been a most pleasant space early in the quiet of the morning. Before the emails, the work, the kids, the noise… the chaos.
And somehow I’m energized first thing, better preparing me for the day.
And the nagging headache I’ve been waking up with? Blissfully diminished at the end of the half hour… despite the orangutan.
Finally… a school district that has actually taken on the “higher” in higher learning!
Most of us, when we think of meditation, envision someone in quiet repose, silent tranquility, cross-legged on a flat, hard surface surrounded by shoji sceens or perhaps somewhere serene such as a dock or beach… or mountain top.
According to scientists, if you see the dancer turning clockwise, you’re operating more dominantly from the right-brain… left-brain if she’s turning counter-clockwise. Supposedly, if you stare at her foot and its shadow, you can actually turn her in the other direction. Ummmm… OK… yes, but now I have a headache….
