On my way to the studio every morning, my senses are assaulted with music of this generation. It stupifies me why I choose main stream radio pop stations as my preferred white noise. Maybe its to snap myself out of the early morning stupor and focus on the hours of teaching ahead of me. Three things comes to mind while the noise persists in the background;

1. Do I have enough time to get a coffee before my first client arrives?

2. a. Whatever happened to music? b. Is this music killing me softly?

3. Are we degenerating as a species?

The banter is banal. Always incredulous in manner, at times funny, but never thought provoking. Then WHY subject myself to bad music and senseless chatter? I suppose its the same reason I watch bad movies and occasionally read trashy magazines— to Pause. Not process. Not think. Rest my mind. Some might call this a meditative state.

Meditation is a state of mind — you can find it in the oddest places and from the unlikeliest things.

I know, it doesn’t sound like the best way to get myself into a meditative state for teaching — but on who’s authority? Is it mandatory to sit in an indian sit pose and ohm for it to qualify as meditation? Does sitting in a silent room quieten your mind and transcend your thoughts any higher or faster?

Clearly, I disagree. Meditation is a state of mind — you can find it in the oddest places and from the unlikeliest things. In this day and age where time seems to run away from you and the day is packed to the rafters, it is no wonder that one will grab at anything to find peace of mind. And in my case, its in the form of tragic radio pop station for the masses.