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Uhm (not Ohm)

Last year I went to a meditation retreat with a friend.  Other than hairy armpits and the all angry hippies bitterly searching for peace it was really great.  I never thought that I could meditate.  Every time I tried to meditate I would start making a To Do list in my head, after a few seconds I would get up, get a pad of paper and start writing things down.  I started meditating a couple of times a week and had the best To Do lists ever.  They were color coded and had check boxes. My bliss only lasted so long before I decided that I should really try meditating and not what it turned into, quiet list making. 
Anyhow, I went to the retreat and I was able to meditate.  There was one meditation session that lasted about 20 minutes but it seemed like time stood still and only a few seconds passed.  (I was not asleep.)   Afterwards, I was more relaxed, had more energy and was able to focus so much easier than usual.  I need to continue meditating at home on the regular basis.  Ideally I would like to have a meditation corner that is set aside from everything else in my house.  The first problem is, where will I find this serene corner in my house?  I suppose if I put the laundry away it would open up some space. (A meditation chair would be great but I think I need to stick with it a while before I make a purchase.

Reconsidering how I approached meditation was helpful.  The first step was erasing the thought that I can't meditate.  "There's too much noise in my head that will not allow me to meditate." "It is boring."  But, it isn't like staring at a wall in a quiet room.  "I don't have the time."  Lack of time is my favorite excuse but, every single day I am able to carve enough time out to talk about things that really irritate me.  Maybe if I used that time to meditate, fewer things would irritate me, consequently, I would have less to complain about and more time to meditate, among other things. 

The replacement approach started with these thoughts:
-Let go of any "If only I...had, did, didn't, etc."
-Stop fighting the battle about what was supposed to have been.
-Everyone is a paradox. Full of contradictions. A hypocrite. Enjoy everyone including yourself. We are all God's creations.  All unique and special. (All and everyone includes me.)

To meditate, I sat down in a relaxed position and did the following:
-Relaxing my body from the top - down
-Feeling and hearing my breath, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.  (Just doing this step and tuning other noises out was a giant step.  Obviously, I still heard what is going on around me, but I would reset and start over again, so it wouldn't become a major distraction.)

After settling in I would think about these thoughts or focus on these sounds:

"If you put a tablespoon of salt in a cup of water the water tastes salty.  If you put it in a lake you hardly taste any salt at all.  Make your mind and spirit so large and vast that everything becomes small.  Nothing will have an effect.  Peace."
or
"Breathing in I calm the body, breathing out I calm the mind."
or
Listening and concentrating on the sounds around me.  
(I have used a mediation bowl, a sound machine and music.)

Now, I just need start.  

Magic Balls

There are a few minor issues have come with the help of other people (who shall not be named) doing the laundry.  Don't get me wrong they are helpful and with the help of these magic balls the issues should go away.  They are good for the environment, my pocket book and my household's peace (fewer of my rants to ignore). 

The "EcoBalls" (the flying saucers - $60) take the place of laundry detergent.  There is some sort of ionic magic that is powerful up to 1,000 washes.  These would be most helpful with the elimination of the gooey, gummy residue that is left behind by the liquid detergent's cap and I won't have to lug (or buy) a big $18 jug of detergent into our house every month.

The "Dryer Balls" (blue balls with nubs - $18) are supposed to eliminate the need for dryer sheets.  Every time "the others" do the laundry, my living room looks like a ticker tape parade just went by.  The sheets are everywhere.  Where are the street sweepers that are supposed to follow the parade and gather up all the sheets and maybe the random sock?  

But you know, I can only complain so much until I lose all my help.