07 December 2010

Togetherness Meditation - Day 139

Greetings, Online Meditation Crew!

The day started with a few impromptu Stop. Drop. MEDITATE! shout-outs from fellow CREWmembers around the globe and a discussion of Team OMCru climbing Everest! Today's scheduled midday meditative meetup will be at 11:30am PST/12:30am MST/1:30pm CST/2:30pm EST. Later on today, the Stop. Drop. MEDITATE! shout-outs will continue to flow and the 'after dark' Crew will meetup around 7pm PST/10pm EST and again at 8pm PST/11pm EST. 

All are welcome to join in - anyone, anywhere, any time, any and all meditative practices! Just be on the lookout for the #OMCru on Twitter!

Our community-fostering question for today is....:

What is one memory you have you hope never fades and why?

Enjoy the day, CREW! Breathe every moment in...deeply! And rock om! \m/ _/|\_ :-)


  1. When I was younger, my dad had a workshop in the basement of the house. He would blast vinyl records on his sound system. Sometimes contemplating the context and meaning of tunes aloud. Always a banjo and accordion within eye-shot. Old 8-tracks stacked in boxes. He would paint, landscapes predominantly, in oils. And he would work on restoring his motorcycles. Triumphs, from a bygone war-era. Debonair canines played card games on the wall. Guns, ammo - relics of hunting days past. A POW-MIA flag draped on the far wall near tools and assorted memorabilia. I was receiving an education - on joy and self-expression and meditative practice in its myriad forms.

  2. I remember the smell of potato peelings being fried in the pan.

    My grandma used a lot of potatoes in her cooking.

    When I was a little kid I spent most of my time at my grandparent's house. Both mom and dad worked and she was the only one available to look after me.

    I would walk by her hand to the market where the sights, sounds and smells were always intense and exciting. On the way back we'd always stop to buy freshly baket tortillas that she would always let me carry back home.

    While she cooked I helped peeling the potatoes and afterwards she would fry all the peelings for me and i'd enjoy them in tacos with salt and avocado, sitting at the kitchen table as my feet dangled from the high stool.

    The smell of frying potato peels still makes me happy.

    So does the market...

    I still sit on those same stools whenever I visit their old house.

    My feet no longer dangle…

    My grandparents are gone...

    And so is my childhood.

  3. After WW II my Dad was deployed in first waves of occupying forces to Germany. My Mom did not want to separate the family so she bought a ticket on the Queen Mary and we traveled as civilians. I will never forget that ship! Once we landed we took a train to Germany and I jumped out the train window into my Dad's arms as soon as it stopped! I will never forget how wonderful it felt to have us all back together again. We lived in the German village of Weisbaden until base housing opened up for us. These are some of my favorite memories.

    It is true, sights, smells, sounds can evoke our memories...good ones and bad ones.

    I try to focus on the good feeling ones.


  4. The excitement I had when I saw the OMC was nominated in the Blogisattvas! Congrats All!