The Night of the Mosquito Meditation
Or, how I learned that a sound is just a sound.
I heard the mosquito’s buzz just after I committed to staying quiet and still, meditating in semi-loto posture until I achieve enlightenment. Well, or at least, until I had a very decent meditation.
It was a beautiful night, not cold, not warm. You could smell the grass and plants, and sense a pleasant humidity in the air.
I was in the ideal place, aisled from the urban noise. The little village was one of those places you remember when you dream to have a good rest.
During that day, we did yoga, little meditations—sitting and walking meditations—, listened to talks on the subject, had a vegetarian breakfast and lunch, tea… everything without cellphones.
I felt my mind and body were in the right state. I was ready for the big and longest meditation of the day.
For me, there is a difference between doing a relaxation exercise and really meditating. I know that we, meditators, teachers, and therapists, are always saying that everything is part of the learning and experience, but actually, any practice to getting calm is just the warm-up to do meditation.
Let me tell you how it is when you are not ready to really meditate.
