Have you ever had a thought or an idea about something and then everywhere you look you see it?  Last week, I was thinking about how much I needed to just be able to sit and breathe; to be able to mediate.  I have plenty of time to mediate everyday, but I don’t.  I get fidgety and my mind goes wild with a laundry list of things I need to do when I sit and meditate.  I knew I was going to the mountains though, over Labor Day weekend, and it’s a place I can sit and breathe.  I don’t worry about all of the things that need to be done because everything can just be.

In anticipation of the weekend I began noticing things pop up on Instagram about getting quiet, I read essays in books about how important meditation is, and I even stumbled upon an interview on television about how meditation had served as the number one healing component to this person’s life.  It seemed that God and the rest of the universe was reinforcing this idea.

Unfortunately, my weekend didn’t lend itself to the quiet I was hoping for.  First, we didn’t actually get to the mountains until Saturday afternoon because traffic was terrible.  After arriving all I wanted to do was eat lunch and take a nap.  And that is exactly what I did.  Quiet, but not really the intentional meditation I was thinking about.  On Sunday, I had promised my youngest that we would go to the outlet mall to look for jeans.  Like most things, it took longer than anticipated.  By the time we arrived home and made dinner it was time to watch the movie we had purchased the day before.  On Monday, we headed out early because our youngest had volleyball practice.  No time for meditation.