(Wrote this yesterday, and somehow forgot to click the submit button)
Today, one my way to work, I meditated on the train. Most of the time I was totally there — concentrating within. However, it was really interesting that when I felt moved to place my hand over my heart, I became immediately aware of my surroundings and only placed my hand on my heart for a second. I was a afraid of looking “stupid.” The thing is, when I finally opened my eyes, everyone was so involved in their own reality that they wouldn’t have even cared where my hand was placed. So, although all my reactions were not ideal, I celebrate that I found the solace to meditate in the most unlikely place.
This is where being compassionate to one’s own self comes to mind –understanding that the moment didn’t have to be perfect…and being okay with the experience.