Saturday’s are usually my favorite days. Honestly, there is nothing better to me than waking up next to my husband, cuddled up under the blankets, with Momma (our cat) curled up on my side. Best way to wake up, ever! After whispering to each other, because the morning is too peaceful to be loud, hubby gets up to take a shower. I listen as he turns the shower on, pulls the curtain, and takes his shower. At this point I am sprawled on the bed, not wanting to get up just yet. With my head on his pillow, because it’s just better when it’s his, I lie contentedly in the bit of sunshine central New York is getting that day. Momma pads into the room, stretches out on the carpet, and proceeds to bathe while intermittently staring up at me. Add to this picturesque morning of peach the sound of birds chirping, and it is my slice of heaven.
Now, without any intention of meditating, I can feel myself being pulled into this peaceful bubble. World outside, me and Momma inside. Slowly my body sinks further into the bed, every drop of conscious and unconscious tension leaking away. My breathing evens, growing deeper, as though I were falling asleep, but I am not. I am completely aware of everything. Every board of the house settling, the water in hubby’s shower falling to the tub basin, the rhythmic thumping of Mommas tail, everything. I have unconsciously reached this exact moment in time where I am a content observer to the world that is my apartment. It is almost as though each detail stands out clearer. The undertones of red in Mommas coat, the feel of the cotton on my bare skin, as if I were dreaming, but completely awake. I was in pure yoga; yoga chitta vritti nirodhaha (Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras I.II). Complete settling of the of the activity of the mind. My mind was…settled. It wasn’t blank, because it was absorbing what it was observing, but it was not active. It was as though my mind were a well, and each movement and sound was dropping in and filling me up. Never before have I been able to recall with such detail a meditation before.
I understand the eight limbs, basically, and know that before samadhi there are two other levels of meditation. Dharana is steadfast or steady concentration of the mind, sometimes thought as the mind being focused on the third eye to bring the meditation inward. Then there is Dhyana, which is effortless meditation; unconscious meditation. Is this what I reached? I unintentionally meditated, I did not set out to meditation. I set out to prolong lying in bed. I was aware, and yet, unaware of my body and my mind. It was as though I could see myself as if I were in a dream, and yet, I was fully in my body. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I have had meditating. I had a slice of bliss that Saturday, and I intend to cultivate my meditation so that I can carry this bliss with me.
What are some of your best experiences meditating?