I cannot meditate to save my life. I am not about the yogic mindfulness and Zen life. I tend to lurch through life, stubbing metaphorical toes. I have no quietude within me – not naturally. But, I can find it. I find it places people think macabre, find worrisome. I ate lunch, in college, in a cemetery for my entire junior year. Probably only the caretakers worried I was going to leave my trash behind… but otherwise, the residents didn’t mind me.
I’m grateful my quiet places remind me that whenever I think something is The Absolute Worst, it generally …isn’t. And, what my mother always said, “This, too, shall pass?” It’s true.