Last Saturday, something unexpected… something special happened during my routine 10-minute meditation. It certainly wasn’t part of the routine!
Now, for some important context, meditation has always been more of a chore for me. While I attribute a lot of my resilience and ability to manage stress to my practice, meditation has never been never easy. During my three years of meditating 3–5 times a week, it’s been more cough syrup than sugar. I do want to do it, for the long-term benefits, but I can’t wait for it to be over.
This time was different. At the end of my usual ten-minute session, I felt… strange. In the best possible way. At this point, I would usually sigh in relief it’s over, yet I felt drawn to continue. Very strongly drawn. Like I was closing in on something wonderful, and I should take a chance to find out. So I closed my eyes again and sat there. Two hours later, I opened my eyes and started writing this post.
Here’s what happened
Okay, so before I describe my mental adventure any further, let me just explain what I did exactly, and then describe what happened during the session.
My exact steps
To be clear, I’m not saying this is some magical formula, it’s just what I did on the day.
- I started the session maybe 30 minutes after waking up, having made my kids breakfast first.
- I took my usual half-lotus position on the…
