Gravenhurst today |
The other night, I was in a particularly bad way. Usually,
around the middle of February - and I’m early this year - when I have seen far too
little of the sun, I’m ready to go into “Shining” mode. The other day that groundhog
predicted an early spring, but I say ptoohey! Those weather rodents don’t know
nuthin’ about forecasting the weather. And by the way, where the hell did that tradition originate? Oh, let’s ask
the giant rat. And that Wiarton Willie, Ontario’s albino version of Punxatawny
Phil, well, don’t get me started on him. I think he’s a crack addict. Have you
seen his teeth? I digress. I was looking through music files on my computer, noticed my Jonathon Goldman “Healing Sounds” file, and realized I’d forgotten
I had it. I put the headphones on, listened to it for about five minutes, and
it really helped. The music is more of a repeated chant, with strange harmonic
sounds inserted during the breaks. Whatever it is, it calmed me down, slowed down my
heart rate, and practically erased any anxiety I was feeling. All I need now is a seasonal
affective disorder (SAD) light, and some homemade soup, and my winter SOS kit will be complete.
Many decades ago, when I was in high school, some of
my more enlightened classmates were practicing transcendental meditation, and at
the time I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. I now get it. A friend of
mine has been practicing the art of mindfulness, and he assures me that the breathing
exercises and meditation involved in practicing mindfulness has calmed him
down. The other night, there was a story on the news about elders who are using
meditation as an alternative to the laundry list of medications doctors prescribe
to calm anxiety and address a myriad of age-related illnesses. The mind can be
a remarkable healer, so a holistic approach to stress relief just makes common sense.
That said, there isn’t much of that going around these days. I melt down about
once a month. My propensity to negatively process the
too-much-information world we live in, coupled with my increasingly futile tape
loop of why-can’t-things-be-the-way-they-used-to-be, is making me a little bit
nuts. Chill, Jamie.
For me at least, it’s becoming harder and harder to
focus. There’s so much out there, competing for my attention. At times that
becomes worrisome. I keep getting drawn into the social media vortex; I keep soaking
up the omnipresent and negative news. Even though I consciously try to bury my
head in the sand with distractions, the problems around me, that I feel powerless
to fix, are never far from the surface. As I suspect others do, I get
discouraged about the apparent moral nosedive of human nature; kindness and
love seem to be on the decline. Listening to this meditative music, while
practicing the act of breathing rhythmically is simple and calming. In as
little as five minutes time, everything looks a little more hopeful. Now, the
challenge is to make a routine of this practice.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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