
Meditation erryday.
I’m on my way to visit my mother in Italy. It’s her birthday on Tuesday. Last year, she moved to Cappanori, a town about 15 mins. away from Lucca, about an hour away from Florence.
Tuscany is ridiculously beautiful. I’m super excited to be going back and celebrating her birthday with my family, but today I’m not going to write about my mother, whom I love with all my heart, or her birthday, or Italy — today I am going to write about meditation once again.
I wrote about developing a meditation practice here:
I am a meditator. I have been meditating for almost a year now. I have been a yogi for close to 10, and so I have been exposed to…medium.com
I’m writing this midway across the Atlantic. I boarded an airberlin flight from Miami to Florence, via Düsseldorf. I had a 55-minute layover in Düsseldorf, but right as we were taking off, Barack (yes, Obama) decided to land in Miami. And since he lands without prior notice, we had to make way for him and let him land. That set us back about 30 mins. Then, midair, right before beginning our journey across the Atlantic, a gentleman on the plane got really sick. He looked pretty bad, and after the care of multiple passengers and crew, the captain decided to land in Gander (right, I had never heard about it either) in the Canadian island of Newfoundland (like that helps) to seek appropriate medical attention.
By now you’ve probably realized that I’m nowhere near making my connecting flight in Düsseldorf; the 55-minute layover is long gone. So it’s been a series of unfortunate events; definitely an inconvenience but by no means the end of the world. It could be worse, and I certainly hope that if I were in that man’s shoes, I were treated with the same sense of priority.
With all that said, there’s been some stress. Abnormal amounts. Nothing crazy, but definitely out of the ordinary. On top of that, in order to take off early from work and make my flight, I was grinding all day and hadn’t been able to meditate, but I just took care of that, right before we took off from Gander, and I must say, that I am very happy and content. All is well, and what was, was, and what will be, will be. Let go.