“To understand the immeasurable, the mind must be extraordinarily quiet, still.”
If you hear the word meditation and immediately think of hippies, cross-legged Buddhas and a lot of ‘omm-ing’, you’d be forgiven: I used to think this too. If you’d have told me a year or two ago that I’d be writing about meditation, let along practising it, I’d have found it amusing.
I first became interested in meditation when I was looking for ways to calm my anxiety. In recent years, I’ve found my brain to be a lot busier, and struggle sometimes to switch off those thoughts, worries, concerns and regrets. I started to lose sleep; found certain social situations daunting and spent countless hours going over and over things in my head.