Meditation with tight jeans...
Today went to Bridgewater temple in New Jersey... sat in front of my favourite deity Lord Shiva, and was trying to meditate.
Unfortunately, my expanding girth is making the comfort fit jeans feel like a second skin. Sat down near the wall so I could see the shivalingam. Unfortunately, my body decided to complain about the constraints that I was putting on it, so I ended up focusing more on the staying power of the zip and my aching back, rather than the Maha Mrityunjaya mantra.
I think I managed to recite the mantra about 9 times before I started worrying about the tummy deciding that it had enough of this forced imprisonment and that it wanted to run away to join the circus.
Don't tell my tummy, but it can audition for the Adidas 'Belly's gonna get you' ad.
Moral of the story: 1. Meditate in clothes that won't distract from the main purpose.
2. Exercise is good.
3. Tight jeans are potential killers.
Just finished:
- The Zahir: An Obsession - Paulo Coelho.
there are books that are love stories but are fascinating in the other messages they give out. for example, Anthem - Ayn Rand. That was about freedom and individuality over collectivism. This one is about spirituality (it's a Paulo Coelho book... what else did you expect!).
The book is written in the first person, and the 'I' refers to a successful author married to an equally successful wife. She leaves him one evening, and he cannot get over it. She is his Zahir, his obsession, and he must dissolve his obsession by recognizing the truth about himself and her and their love. It's a wonderful read, and I highly recommend it. This is not the Alchemist by any stretch of the imagination, but there are some classic Coelho touches throughout the book.
Rating: Borrow: unless a) you're a die-hard Coelho fan, or b) want to show off to the hot chick on the next table in Cafe Coffee Day that you are not ogling her, but that she is becoming your 'Zahir'. Best of luck on the follow through.
