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| A hammock for two in Bora Bora. |
Since I can't really just hop on a plane to anywhere right now, I've taken to visualizing vacation spots during my daily meditation session. I collect images of different spots I'd like to visit and tack them to a board. Before I meditate, I stare at each picture, and then at the entire board.
Then, after the travel images are engrained in my mind, I begin to meditate.
First, I take a deeeeeeeeep breath in, and let it out. Both breaths should be slow and steady.
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Then, I close my eyes. I begin counting, a technique I found shuts off my mind to negative thoughts and clutter.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13... 46, 47, 48, 49... 100, 101, 102...
After counting to a number around 100, I am ready to meditate.
I allow the images of travel to rush back into my mind. They return more vividly than they entered. I allow myself to fall into one of the images, and picture myself walking down a street. I am always by myself. It is more peaceful that way.
When I inhale, I imagine the scent of the air that would surround me if I was actually existing inside the photograph. Sometimes, my imagination is so vivid that I swear I can smell the scents of my mind travels long after I finish meditating.
After it finishes its trip around the world, my mind takes me back to my apartment in Dallas.
I love traveling, whether it is through meditation or reality, but you know what? It always feels good to come back home.
Then, after the travel images are engrained in my mind, I begin to meditate.
First, I take a deeeeeeeeep breath in, and let it out. Both breaths should be slow and steady.
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, and ouuuuuuuut...
Then, I close my eyes. I begin counting, a technique I found shuts off my mind to negative thoughts and clutter.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13... 46, 47, 48, 49... 100, 101, 102...
After counting to a number around 100, I am ready to meditate.
I allow the images of travel to rush back into my mind. They return more vividly than they entered. I allow myself to fall into one of the images, and picture myself walking down a street. I am always by myself. It is more peaceful that way.
When I inhale, I imagine the scent of the air that would surround me if I was actually existing inside the photograph. Sometimes, my imagination is so vivid that I swear I can smell the scents of my mind travels long after I finish meditating.
After it finishes its trip around the world, my mind takes me back to my apartment in Dallas.
I love traveling, whether it is through meditation or reality, but you know what? It always feels good to come back home.
