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I like her saying :
'You're never too old. The body is a remarkable instrument.
In search of spiritual understanding and finding the truth self. Human always looking for better way to improve life after a disaster or something terrible happen...
'You're never too old. The body is a remarkable instrument.


By Natalie Goldberg
a.m. and then sometimes for two hours in the evening. We had monthly weekend and seasonal retreats where I sat almost constantly from before dawn until 10 at night.
0ver the years I have heard much instruction on how to meditate. Recently I listened to someone tell students that it is better to sit for five minutes every day than for an hour three times a week. That's good advice, I thought. Then I smiled to myself. There are no prescriptions for a long relationship. Things change. Five minutes every day might work beautifully for three months. But then what if you miss a day or a week? Have you failed? Do you quit? I hope not. But sometimes our minds set up stiff expectations, and when they're not met, we drop the whole thing.
That's my first rule: If you want meditation to be in your life for a long time, do not make a rigid structure and then chastise yourself when you don't comply with it. It's much better to keep a limber mind and develop tenderness toward existence. Missed a day? You'll begin again the next day. Where are you going anyway but right where you are? But that doesn't mean structure isn't important. It's easier to return to something solid than to an amorphous intention to some plan to meditate.
Monkey mind can give a hundred reasons not to meditate. Structure helps support your urge to do it anyway.
My second rule is to be creative and flexible in your meditation. A structure that worked well for three years may suddenly collapse: You have a new job with different hours, or you're traveling for two months, or your wife just gave birth to a second child and the household is in endless chaos. So learn to meditate in a chair, while you sit in the waiting room of your dentist's office, or in the car as you wait for your son or daughter to finish soccer practice.Meditation is about having a large life smack in the center of your everyday life. The challenge is how to stay open and continue. I was at a retreat at Plum Village in southern France when the person next to me asked Thich Nhat Hanh, the Vietnamese Buddhist monk, who is in his 60s,
how he has kept his meditation practice alive for so long. He smiled a wry, sweet smile. "So you want to know my secret?" She nodded eagerly. "I do whatever works and change it when it no longer works."
"I wrote through my 20s and then got married and had a son," she said. "I didn't start up again until my 60s when my husband died." I paused. I was a gung-ho writer then and wouldn't give it up for anything."Well, was it hard? I mean giving up writing. Did you resent it?"
"Oh, no, I didn't feel bad," she replied. "All the years I didn't write I never stopped seeing myself as a writer."
cushion, but that doesn't mean you have to give up being a meditator. And when you finally do return to sitting, your practice might be even fresher than when you left it.
My fourth rule is that even if you carry meditation inside—still see and feel as a meditator—there are times when you need to physically practice differently. Case in point: When I lived in Santa Fe in my early 40s, I was pushing hard on at least three books, and the mind exertion and concentration of writing felt too much like the experience I had when I sat. So I made walking my meditation.
In Santa Fe I lived near the downtown plaza and close to cafes. I'd do mindful walking to the places where I wrote. One foot after the other. I'd feel my toes bend, heel lift, hip shift, the weight of placing one foot down, and the rise of the other. I noticed how my feet carried me. Then when I was done with three or four hours of writing, I'd walk some more. I'd transfer the power of my writing concentration down into the power of my feet. I'd leave the mind of my imagination and land in the mind of the streets. My feet became my focus under the one sky, near parking meters, the rustle of cottonwoods, the smell of roasted chilies. Even though I consider writing an inner physical activity, where my whole body is engaged—my heart, lungs, liver, breath—walking grounded me to the physical world around me.
And my final rule is this: No matter how far your meditation diverts from the cushion or the chair, don't forget to return again and again, as much as possible, to that immobile sitting position, where everything runs through you. Think of it: If a writer is a writer, she eventually, even 30 years later, must pick up a pen again and write. A Zen student, no matter how much he or she chops wood or carries water, must return to the zafu. Each practice has its one essential activity. For Zen, it is sitting. This is good. Otherwise we might wander off, get lost forever, and never find the beginning.
I am going to start on my new yoga class this week, Wednesday. Well, it means a new start for me again since I have stopped attending the class for almost 1month. Hope I still remain the flexibility and strength. I feel abit excited since it's going to be a yoga class with my korean yoga teacher again. She is a very kind lady that willing to share out a lot with her students as long as you speak out. I feel her positive energy field strongly. She will be my good guru on my yoga journey.