Meditation - an Introduction of Sorts

I’d like to welcome you to the first of what (I hope) will be a regular series on meditation.

For the last thirty years and more, Americans have been pushing their nervous systems into continual overload with various kinds of stimulation, and I’ve come to think that this is another symptom of the deeply troubled national conscience …

A mind that’s constantly flooded with noise from television, video games, or what have you, is a mind that never has the time or space to think its own thoughts, and in a nation that’s trying not to notice that it’s sold its own grandchildren down the river, that’s probably the point of the exercise. Be that as it may, recovering the ability to think one’s own thoughts, to clear one’s mind of media-driven chatter, manufactured imagery, and all the other thoughtstopping clutter we use to numb ourselves to the increasingly unwelcome realities of life in a failing civilization, is an indispensable tool for surviving the challenges ahead...[1]

The passage above is from The Archdruid Report, a weekly blog written by John Michael Greer on the changes modern society will need to make to adapt to diminishing supplies of cheap oil. It’s a fascinating blog and one I try to read every week.

His post last week made me think of meditation and the relentless pixel wars of our modern lives.

The Dash, A Comma And A Footnote

The beginning of the poem The Dash by Linda Ellis sets the stage: a man, speaking at the funeral of friend, referred to the dash between the woman's birth and death as the most important aspect of the person's life. Read the poem, if you can. And read/watch it here: