Five years ago, if someone told me that meditation/dedicated quiet time/centering prayer (whatever you wanna call it) would be beneficial, I would have laughed and dismissed the idea. Back then I would have described it as airy-fairy or total crap. Besides I was too busy for anything like that. When I heard of people doing these sorts of things, I would justify my actions by thinking, “Well, good for them for having all the time in the world. They probably don’t have to juggle two jobs, a household, homeschooling, 2 kids+husband and all the other things life throws at you.” I take it back. I am not ashamed to say, I was wrong and judgmental, and yup, I wasn’t “enlightened”. Today marks my 11th month of doing this ritual. Sure it is nothing compared to Gandhi, Tolle, Deepak Chopra or St Ignatius of Loyola. But it is a wonderful practice and even if I am a month short of my first anniversary, it is a beautiful milestone to celebrate.
Those 15 minutes daily help me set my intentions for the day, put me in a positive state, eliminate excuses to act as an a-hole (because there is always a better way) and review my reasons for being and doing. How I wish I had learned the practice of stillness and mindfulness when I was younger. It would have saved me from a lot of self-inflicted pain and stress. It is in the stillness that I am able to release and to accept that I am not in control. I am aware of my breath, my reactions and what I allow to enter and leave my mind. The rest is up to God.