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The Most Underrated Form of Meditation
Meditation on Beauty legitimately changed my life. This might sound a tad drastic, but I do not say this lightly.
My experiences are varied. They begin with one specific instance in my second year living in Paris. It was morning and extra cold out, I lived on the top floor of my apartment building. I had a roof window. The sky was crisp, and a few thin clouds wisped along.
The Billy Joel song “Vienna” played in the back of my mind. I decided to give it a listen. I lay back and let myself become swept up by the music. My mind trailed off and I was in a half dream state. I intermittently looked out my window and discovered a deep appreciation for the cold day ahead.
In this process, I reconnected with myself and started a conversation. I asked how I was feeling and how life was going thus far. The intimacy of it was akin to chatting with a younger version of myself. I discovered that I was not entirely content with some of my choices recently and that I had forgone doing activities which I had always enjoyed.
I had forgotten my love for reading, writing, spending time in deep nature, and swimming in fresh water. I was consumed with my worries at that time instead of actually listening to myself and doing things which I enjoy.
