
Henepola Gunaratana: Mindfulness in Plain English
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It must be true because the author has a long Tibetan name!
Ah, I laugh when it dawns on me that I should have known this in the first
place. I remember that state of mind in cross country running in a competitive
sense. Attention was relaxed; aware of my breathing and heartbeat, I could feel
the runner coming up from behind me; the position of the other runners; the time of
my pace at every marker. That was one kind of mindfulness. Another sort of
mindfulness was Ice skating on Newman Lake away from everyone else. Alone, in
the middle of the lake, I could hear the ice moving… groaning… creaking… and
cracking.,, the freezing air crisp but I was warm. There was nothing dangerous about it. I was totally, intensely, aware of my surroundings as, like in a dream, the skates slid across the ice and it seemed that I floated above it: of the world but not in it.
I see
runners now with earplugs going by and wonder if it distracts them from the
experience I had as a runner or skater. If so, they are missing out. Even listening to
meditative music is a distraction that puts a wall against mindfulness.
Meditation isn’t blocking out the world to me, it is about becoming completely
aware of where I am, what I’m doing, in the here and now.
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