“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
Perhaps that state that Mr. Stevenson is referring towards sums up what happens when we sit quietly and notice how we are moment to moment. The difference, for me, is being perplexed and frightened is not going away because I meditate, but I notice that I’m reacting from the thoughts of those things which perplexes or frightened and not the things themselves. And when that noticing happens my reactions change to measured response, and some clarity rises. Meditation does not solve or erase problems, it opens a clarity to see what needs to be engaged in or can be allowed to run its course. All thoughts, ideas, opinions, concerns, feelings, and states of being will inevitably change and fade, while the actual feeling of fear may be what triggers you to avoid that accident on the freeway by enabling immediate response without thought at all. (Fear, real somatic fear, is not a bad thing or something to be avoided but used to engage life.)
The hurricane is often comprised solely of thoughts, which fade into memory and become ghosts that may or may not return. Meditation, for me, will always generate stillness and space that rises in attention, a place in the middle of the storm that is a part of the storm itself.
Life in the Bittersweet.
Take care of you,