PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT
Meditating Next to the Motorcross
Call me mad. It’s a challenge.

When I took my first meditation lessons 15 years ago, it was in a serene setting. Silent. Calm. Good energy. I was so full of questions that I couldn’t have handled too many distractions. I was a real yes-but-girl.
Years have gone by and meditation is a tool for me now. A very valid tool to achieve my feminine way to productivity. Making space in my head for new things to emerge.
During the washing up, in between zoom calls, and outside in nature. Meditation has become a tool of creation for me too. Calming the environment or giving the trees and people in the Amazon strength to survive.
Recently, I started meditating next to a motor cross court. Reaching unknown depths, going far beyond thoughts and emotions. Realizing that sound is pollution too.
I can’t handle it all the time, though. I’m glad to go back to my quiet spot in nature to live my modest life. But calm and quiet can put me to sleep too. And I don’t mean the revigorating sleep that I love. I mean the zombie-like state of being in a bubble. Finding reassuring distractions to not feel the pain of our broken world.
I sit with pain once in a while. I take it both. And those two sides of the medal keep me awake. Make me aware. And live my life on a deeper level.
It’s a nice challenge. Call me mad.
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© Désirée Driesenaar
