A deafening tempest has raged in my head since I first clambered onto the middle-class treadmill 25 years ago to officially start earning my own living. From that day on, all of yesterday’s and tomorrow’s questions, fears, joys, ideas, perceptions, memories, daydreams, to-do lists, emotions, opinions, challenges and stumbling blocks have flown up, screaming, to shatter themselves in my top storey.
Over the years I have tried repeatedly to live ‘in the moment’ and ‘in the now’, seeking to quieten the noisiness in a number of ways including two meditation courses, a meditation app, mountains of books and some herbal sedatives. But sitting, eyes closed and cross-legged, on a cushion in a silent room has simply never worked for me – my thoughts are too busy, and there is always…
