Morning Meditations #124: The Society of Anxiety

A little section of my walking meditation path in the back yard.

No better time than the present to begin a meditation practice.  All the misguided thoughts and feelings perpetuated by an unhealthy system has now bled into leadership in the most overt way anyone will witness.  It isn’t just about the president-elect.

Well, I guess it kinda is, but I believe this is evidence of a far greater problem that carries beyond just race and extremism, elections and corruption.  This is about a society of anxiety.  Trump is only and expression of such a society.  The numbers don’t lie.  More people voted to prevent a president from happening, a process of elimination rather than a process of selection.  Not new information, but the cause is based in fear and loathing.  It isn’t just about the voters either.

The candidates from Jill Stein to Donald Trump were disliked by the clear majority.  Not a single candidate trusted.  This is true for me.  I voted blue to prevent a Trump presidency.  I wouldn’t have voted for any of the third-party candidates presented either.  Like most, I was a Bernie voter.  And would have been a proud American for the only time in my life other than a few Olympic moments and maybe while watching Deadwood (for the quality, not the history).  This reveals an anxious government too.  One that isn’t willing to break from the molds they’ve (we’ve?) made, which, from the evolutionary standpoint, will threaten via extinction event at some point.  From the psychological perspective, a mentality unwilling to adapt to change will quickly loop-up with anxiety, making bad choices for sustainable living or making no choices at all.  How could we not fall into this progress trap?

As a result, we flailed about and then acted out.  We elected a cartoon character with an Ayatollah running mate. 

Yes, things will change.  But, our change is symptomatic.  We have looped up and are now enacting a type of societal self-mutilation.  We found the worst possible way to behave, and we are now in a process of doing it over and over and over again.  We must stop.

I invite anybody that is now freaking out to do something about it.  I don’t mean the typical taking to the streets in protest (we should be doing that to).  Before even doing that, I believe we must first do by non-doing.  When our minds are in a panic, choices like this get made.  It becomes impossible to organize ourselves, never mind organizing with one another.  When we obtain moments of inner silence, we are able to listen to ourselves.

We open communication lines for listening to our whole selves.  Physically, emotionally, and intellectually.  Choices can be made that more clearly resemble our true hopes and goals.

Those of you that have never meditated or those who have tried but find it difficult, I will help if I can.  But, I would love nothing more than to teach others how to give themselves the gift of clarity, the gift of self-love, the gift of self-forgiveness.  I understand being hesitant.

It is scary and will seem silly at times.  The monkey mind will be chattering away, and may even start criticizing the very act of meditation while you are practicing.  Yet, mindful meditation will allow you to hear the mind, feel the body, and then come back to silence, letting all that distraction go.  You will get to practice this dozens of times in only a short meditation.  There are literally hundreds of ways to find these spaces in a day.  It won’t take all of that though.  It’ll be tough, but not hundreds of times a day tough.

We’ll also be able to hear each other better from this state of mind, as powerful of a feature as listening to yourself.  Meditation is doing through non-doing.

Nothing will be solved or healed during meditation.  

Meditation will not fix anything.  


It only allows us to be more aware. 

We’re going to have to live with our acting out.  The Trump is on the wall now and not everything is going to be okay; we have to be aware of and accept the reality.  It’ll take time to repair and paint over.  But, as Mr. Miyagi taught us years ago, painting can be meditative as well.

Morning Meditations #121: The Many “I” That I Contain

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I cannot wait to get back into this game. It is almost time too. Time to start prepping the winter’s ricks, perfect timing with my workouts becoming more important to my weekly routine. So excited for fires and the swinging axe.

I couldn’t sleep last night. The old love was present. It’s so funny how a year later it can still be so painful. Brains are silly creatures, full of activity, giving rise to perception and the self. The very thought I am in pain, is already loaded with things we’re taking for granted and assuming. Think about how lucky we must be to even utter those words, and then enjoy how utterly nonsensical it is to think that thought.Read More »

Morning Meditations #119: Fictions of Our Friends

MM 119After writing the bubbling thoughts MM a few days ago. Some really productive stuff has been coming through. The type of thoughts that you notice when you’re practicing, you take an especially good look at, and then let go after careful study. Whether it be a specific new way to try to compose fiction when the task of novel writing can seem daunting at times. Or perhaps it could be a new way to market my writing and the writing of others at The Free Thinking Press. Sometimes the thoughts are the fiction.Read More »

Morning Meditations #117: Bubbling of Thoughts

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The standing desk may have benefited most from moving the television. Doings so allowed me to scooting my dressing back. The desk is far more comfortable to work at now. “One thing leads to another” is an observation about causation.

May have stayed up too late night before last. But there was lots to tend to so, you know, worth it. Finally moved the giant, 10,000 pound, dead TV outta my room. In its place is now a bookshelf. I think I am going to try this no-television-in-the-bedroom thing. I’ve had a lot of people try to kick down their old TVs to me, said no to all of them. I have the laptop if I have a need for Netflix or YouTube. There are activities that accompany well with some background entertainment. Those will move to the living room now. I also think that’s a good thing. Read More »

Morning Meditations #115: Two Thoughts, One Old and One New

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The books on the bed are all current. Blue and black hardback, “Daring Greatly”~Brené Brown; Red spine, “Consciousness Explained”~Daniel C. Dennett; the other two covers reveal themselves. That is my second translation of the Tao., and my seventh Pratchett book in as many months.

A couple of things were on my mind during this morning’s meditation. One, being meditation. Well, meditative techniques that is. And the second thing is minimalism. It could appear that these things are connected, but outside of both being thoughts within me and the goals generated they aren’t really. One notion has been with me for a very long time (subjective considering the length of my life). The the other hasn’t been in my mind much until the last 8 months. Neither are very western concepts, and I imagine my social and familial environments will openly support the new, and already do the old, but both are made more difficult by the environment.Read More »

Morning Meditations #113: Another Sliver of Practice

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I picked these two up yesterday at the Dickson Street Bookshop. Under twenty bucks for two legendary authors in first editions. Excited to say the least.

Officially day four of 04:20 wake ups. This morning wasn’t a challenge, and here I am at the keyboard, still four minutes until five. Even in Arkansas, when one wakes this early, it’s always nice. The humidity isn’t too heavy, obviously the temperatures aren’t soaring, and the bugs and evening noises are still in a nice rhythm. Syncopated to the night, the morning approaches. Read More »

Morning Meditations #111: Before Dawn Once Again

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I cannot wait to return here soon. Haven’t been back since the 13th of June. I am always worried about what may have gone wrong since my last visit. If the grass is being mowed, have any liquid containers burst in the summer heat? Soon. Very soon.

The old habit came back easily. It might be a stretch to call any of my newer habits old at this point, but— I am already tripping over my words. Haven’t done the 04:20 wake up in a few months, and I sure as DNA haven’t been writing before 05:00 since the spring. Damn it feels good. I mean it too. Maybe it’s just pride in my self-control, but I feel really powerful, perhaps a little sleepy too. A little sleepy can be handled under these conditions, which is to say the conditions of health. There is a major difference this time, and it is not a trivial one.Read More »

Body Screams, The Self Must Listen

typewriterSome of you may have noticed a complete internet silence from me over the last 48 hours. For very good reason I assure you. See, I have a few health issues, and one of those happens to be intestinal. Prone to infections, I had an attack that nearly forced me to the hospital. 36 hours of intense abdominal cramps have left me sore to the touch on the left and lower abdomen. I’ve lay in a hospital bed for three days on the surgery ward just waiting to have my guts sliced open. Fortunately, I have avoided the knife thus far, but I’ve been hospitalized twice for this and the last 48 hours have had me in a scare.Read More »

Morning Meditations #109: Singing Of Two Selves

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Plum heavy smoothies. One for me and one for Ivy.  The definition of fun.

I received almost no flack for my political rant last MM. Fascinating, there I was, all ready and willing, holding a stance to defend my self with toned down science and statistical analysis. I just knew so many would openly oppose. Wrong again. Nobody criticized the blog post and those I engaged socially, even those that disagreed somewhat, understood my position and choice to vote Blue. I love being wrong. When I am wrong, wonderful things seem to happen. Indeed, while yesterday didn’t fit the description of “stupendous” or “mind-blowing” exactly, either of those words could, and in all likelihood should, be used to describe yesterday. It isn’t often I get nostalgic, but when I do, I value the state of mind. Rarity is something I commonly respect at a high level, statistics are one of my teachers after all, but I still tend to not make a big deal out of nostalgia for some reasons I mention later. Someone I met recently claimed to be hyper nostalgic, and they seemed to be genuinely so, showing me picture after picture and quickly captioning each pic with a two sentence story. I didn’t have an episode quite like that, rather something subtle led to the feeling. “Subtle” may be the best description of yesterday.Read More »