Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Meditation and Transcendence


Ever try to meditate with four kids in the house?
It's not for amateurs. They tell you to "observe" your mind--and as thoughts come, acknowledge them and then let them float away. This is more like my thoughts . . . .
Breathe in, exhale slowly. Breathe in--What the h*ll was that crash upstairs?--listen . . . no screaming . . . no one must need stitches or an ambulance--breathe in--but I wonder what WAS that crash?--exhale . . . or was it breathe in?--peace . . . exhale . . .--MOM!--Interrupt peaceful thoughts to scream--WHAT?--"The baby took off his diaper and is peeing on the floor!"--one minute--breathe, exhale, breathe--MOM! (this time said as two-syllable word)--COMING!
So much for meditation.
So more often than not, I pause BEFORE my day even begins. I read a spiritual passage in anything from the Bible to The Quotable Einstein to . . . the Dalai Lama to . . . and then I think about it. Then I pray. I remember all the people I promised to pray for, I think of my friends with loving kindness, I think of people I don't like very much with loving kindness, like my mother-in-law, and try to send good vibes to invade her Fortress of Evil And Wrath. And THEN, I think about my books. And my characters.
And somewhere along the way, I transcend. By that, I use the definition more closely associated with "beyond the range of ordinary perception."
Because in the books that really flow for me, that's what's involved with my characters. I have read many authors who dot the i's and cross the t's. But somehow, the author didn't make a connection with me as reader, and usually it boiled down to what I can only think of as an esoteric "the book didn't have any soul." It's sort of like jazz. There's jazz. And then there's Django Effing-Amazing-Transcendant Reinhardt.
So when my characters transcend, somehow they are beyond my ordinary dot the i's perception. They start living in some three-dimensional, quantum physics sphere where they LIVE and have a life of their own. They decide their own paths. I may tweak with the qanatum mechanics, but they react in that world.
And so, no . . . can I sit like Buddha above and meditate? Not so much.
But are my books a bit of meditation and transcendence?
I hope so.
Thoughts?


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