You Can Rest When You're Dead

My brain seems to have taken this phrase to heart (no pun intended... well, maybe just a little bit). My mind is an endless stream of thoughts. Not even when I sleep do I get a break- I dream nearly every night, if not every night.

Meditation was an epic fail for me when I tried it a while back. It when something like this:

Ok, clear your mind Reforming Perfectionist (RP). Let everything melt away. Imagine white light. If a thought comes just let it float past like a leaf, acknowledging it but not digging into to it.

My toe itches. Should I itch my toe? If I itch my toe will that break my meditative state? Wait, clear your mind RP. Clear your mind. Ok, back on track. Focus on the white light spreading through your body, from your head down.

Should I imagine it spreading over my inside organs too? It seems a little neglectful and half-hearted to not give them so love too. Maybe that isn't the point. Wait, I'm getting side tracked.

Oh crap, I can hear my dog in the other room. I wonder what he is getting into...

Needless to say, it wasn't a very successful endeavor. So, to make a long post even longer, this all brings me to what I will be doing this upcoming week. I will be attempting to quiet my mind. Heck, at this point I am willing to settle for just one focused thought. I have the distinct impression that this will take longer than a week, but I will keep at it :-)

Until next time!