I’m in the middle of an agonizingly long stretch of no alone time.  It has been very, very hard.

“When he was a child, the Seer of Lublin (later a famous Hasidic master) used to go off into the woods by himself. When his father, worried, asked him why, he said “I go there to find God.” His father said to him, ”But my son, don’t you know that God is the same everywhere?” “God is” said the boy, “but I’m not.”  (Rabbi David Wolpe)




The dog is just fine.

Arts West  is offering a “Learn to Meditate” class, and when I saw the notice a few weeks ago, I decided it might be a cool thing to learn how to do.  The announcement showed up on my Facebook feed right in the middle of my February hibernation, the time of year when I tend to beat myself up over my extreme hibernating tendencies.  As far as I’m concerned, except for Charlotte’s birthday, February can take its miserable self and shove it. Seriously.

This is also the time of year when I start contemplating the summer calendar and figuring out how to best keep it from spiraling out of control.  However, just as I have not  learned how to handle February in a mature fashion, I have yet to apply the lessons of summers past to summers future.

This summer, we have events – Aaron’s 25th Haverford reunion, Sandy Spring Friends School’s Alumni Weekend, my brother-in-law’s college graduation, my parents’ 50th Wooster reunion, family from Ireland visiting us at the lake, Suzuki violin day camp, Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp, and about three weeks of renters at the cottage.  But what to give up?  I mean, we’re not taking any grand vacations.  Reunions and graduations are gonna happen no matter what. Our visitors are beloved family members who we only see once or twice a year.  The renters are all friends and we need the few weeks’  income to help make ends meet.  Music education is non-negotiable in my book, and since there are no private lessons during the summer, we do these two wonderful and affordable camp experiences.So, June is busy-ish.  July is not. August is back to kind of busy.

This is where my decision to learn to meditate joins the party.  Even after two classes, I think I feel the power and comfort of this tool whose purpose is to bring peace, kindness and non-judgement to to the mind, body, and yes, the universe.  My ping-pong ball of a mind has probably been waiting patiently for decades for me to do this. My teacher, Kalyana, assures us that with daily practice we will not believe the world of benefits meditation can bring.

I’ve been trying my newly acquired meditation techniques at home and so far it seems to be working, bringing me down to earth bit by bit when I start to feel anxious about all the strange items I feel anxious about.  In fact, it worked so well during this afternoon’s session that I did not even notice that our dog Jetta was having an epileptic seizure right next to me.

She’s completely fine.  My post-meditative tranquil state handled it like a pro.