My friend Sarah and I attended a Tibetan Singing Bowl Meditation Session this afternoon and I don’t feel like I can give you a thorough assessment of it because I zonked out. I will say this: The breath work was amazing. The chanting? Weird for me, but it felt nice to concentrate on removing external obstacles and inner struggles. When the leader asked us to lie down after the chanting and to set an intention to stay awake during the guided meditation and singing bowls, I knew I was in trouble. I fell asleep thinking of Amélie, because I’m pretty sure we were asked to consider the person we would like to become.
(I know I’ve shared that scene before. I love it so much.)
Less than an hour later, I was at the grocery store buying spinach, blackberries, and beer—because that’s how you top off a singing bowl meditation session.
Less than an hour later, I was drinking a beer float and helping a friend make a shirt for her son’s birthday. (If you’re curious: Pumpkin beer with salted caramel ice cream. Dreamy.)
I had an enlightening day yesterday and now I’m all high on peace, compassion, social justice, and respect. Coincidentally, these are the core values of Islam, and the only reason I know that is because I’m trying to educate myself. I’ve heard so many lazy people regurgitating hate toward the Muslim community. When asked to defend their views, they can’t. They simply repeat what they’ve heard from their neighbors or their parents or their friends or Donald Trump.