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In my experience, it's mostly breathing. I concentrate on my breathing -- not trying to control its rate or depth, just paying attention to it, and it will slow down on its own. When I start thinking about things that aren't related to my breathing, I note, "That's nice, now I will pay attention to my breathing." My running internal commentary continues to bring things up; I acknowledge them, set them aside, and return to breathing.
Eventually, the running commentary takes on the character of a TV in the next room: I am somewhat aware of it, but no longer paying attention to it -- I'm breathing. Forcefully ignoring it and rebuking myself for not having a zen-mind doesn't work; I just let it do its thing while I'm breathing, until it seems no longer important.
I am not a very regular meditator, but the recent effect on my life was to calm me down during a flight. I was very nervous about flying this time, since the last flight I'd been on was a white-knuckle landing in Denver through a pretty bad storm (including a sudden plummet of 100-200 feet, woo). Since I realized that there was nothing I could do about this landing, I figured I should just breathe. It was a huge help in dealing with the fear. |
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