When I meditate, or engage in complex and nuanced yoga poses, I am invariably sleeping. Don’t knock it, it works; also, if you knock it, you’ll wake me up, and I will be cranky. Arguably, dreaming of such things is as effective as doing them, and who are we to say we are dreaming or we are real-ing? Hmmm? Now I must return to my weight-lifting – the 250kg snatch and beef jerky, shall we say?
It seems like only yesterday – wait, it was only yesterday, in Martian days. That extra 39 minutes and 35 seconds simply flew by. Well, it seems like only yesterday that I, too, needed the extra heft of a meditation garden to see me through lunch. And now, here are Tim and Darren, similarly situated. I don’t think it’s a vegan garden, but I guess that’s something to chew on over the BBQ.
A quick meditation practice for all you wannabe breathabees: Count to 7 while inhaling. Hold for a few seconds short of bursting a vessel in your forehead. Exhale while counting to 7 and imagine the rainbow as you do it if you wish. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue Indigo, Violet. Yes, I get the Indigo and Violet mixed up, too, but then cats are colour-blind – what’s your excuse, cobber?