When people ask me if I meditate I sometimes quip, "Yes, 8 hours a night". I've never been quick to jump on trends so I approached meditation with casual indifference for years. "I'm too busy to meditate " was always a good excuse. Being busy; a modern malaise and addiction.
One day, I found myself exhausted with the merry-go-round of my own brain and wondered what would happen if I didn't jump into my creative maelstrom? What would my busy mind do if she was denied her pleasures: paint, draw, sew, cycle, cook, write, drink, talk, read, rearrange my sock drawer...
I had run out of excuses and admitted - much to my chagrin - that sleeping does not qualify as meditation. Real meditation actually strengthens and sculpts the mind, like exercise builds the muscles in our physical bodies. When your body atrophies and your muscles are weak, you feel aches and pains much worse than if you were fit.
Extending this metaphor to the mind, I had to wonder if the pain of sorrow, loneliness and anger is not exacerbated by the atrophied muscles of our hearts and minds? A sharp jab of sorrow is not just circumstantial - could it also be that your heart muscles are literally aching to be exercised? Has your brain run it's 1 mile of joy today?
In the spirit of that question: Here is a guided meditation video to help even the most cynical of us get started. And if the meditation doesn't work, then the laughter therapy will.