Today we flashback to a post I wrote six months ago: You Can Go Your Own Way: Why Meditation is Like Writing.
Paul and I are still trying to meditate together once or twice a week, but I often find it extremely difficult / boring / frustrating. I often think that writing is my preferred method of meditation. I’ve started writing “morning pages” as suggested in Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way (see my post about that), and I’m wondering if this should just take the place of the whole lotus-position-concentrate-on-your-breathing thing. Still, I’m going to keep trying meditation as long as Paul will do it with me. It certainly can’t hurt, and sometimes it’s nice to sit quietly on the floor next to my man and listen to his breath going in and out.