Fidgety Weirdo? That’s Cool, You Can Still Meditate With Me 💜

Not every human was built to sit in silence with their spines straight, minds clear, levitating in a perfect lotus position over a raging bonfire, with their auras all glowy and shit.

Some of us don’t levitate.  

Some of us fidget.  

Some of us hurt if we stay still for too long — or not long enough.  

Some of us dissociate.  

Some of us panic.

And I know for damn sure my assflesh is not flame retardant. Idk bout you, tho.

So here’s my hot cool take as a meditation instructor:  

If you’ve got ants in your pants (or aunties in your panties 🤪), you can still def meditate.

Read on!

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Have you ever gotten lost in a good book, or immersed in a distant world?  

Stretched while vibing to a song that hits your soul like caffeine hits your bloodstream?  

Awwww yeah.

When you were a kid, did you ever play “let’s pretend” the entire day?  

Did you forget that the floor wasn’t lava, or that the map you were drawing was for a place that doesn’t actually exist?

Those types of creative play can actually be forms of meditation.

Who gives a shit if “let’s pretend” is for kids?  

I still play with my Frannie doll every week (but now she’s digital: Sims 4).  

There is a whole damn Franiverse. No shame, dudes.

Basic mindfulness teaches us how to find stillness in the motion around us.  

Even so, we’re no less creatures of motion than the mightiest planets spinning in the heavens.  

We all hum to that same universal rhythm.

Meditation is supposed to have a similar effect on your mind to play:  

When you close up the business part of your brain, the cleaning crew can come in and scrub things down so that when it’s time to think hard again, your brain is ready to roll.

Recreation and meditation realign us.  

They make us comfortable in a life that is constantly changing… as we’re forever finding our rhythm.

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The idea of Zen only existing in silence and stillness seems dumb.  

Life is usually hectic for people with anxiety, chronic illness, and/or neurospice — we need to find relative peace however we can.

Requiring stillness and silence of a truth seeker is elitist and ableist.  

You don’t need it any more than you need a magic coprolite crystal blessed by your roommate’s plug, LED meditation beads from Temu, or classes on how to draw mandalas with your taint.

You need awareness. That’s literally it.

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And if you really can’t sit still? Let that be the practice.

Try this:  

Next time you move — walk, jog, stretch, flail — focus on how your body feels.

What are your feet doing?  

How does your chest feel when you breathe?  

Is your jaw tight? Relax it.

Did your mind just wander into a spiral about your ex’s new girlfriend?  

It’s cool — notice and acknowledge.

Now come on back — let that thought slide right by and get back to thinking of your body rhythms.

You’re still meditating, but you’re in motion.  

You’re collabing with your body, not trying to make it your bitch.

That’s actually how the contestants on survival shows like *Naked and Afraid* do it —  

winners are almost always the survivalists who flow to the rhythm they’ve learned from the environment.  

People who come in trying to dominate nature risk getting fucked in a BIG way.

There are movement-based meditation techniques too, and lots of peeps incorporate simple to intense movement in practices like Pilates, yoga, and tai chi.

If all else fails: just try cleaning your house with intention.  

Attack the dirt, call up the negativity, and show its ass the door.  

Move like it matters — it does!

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Tranquility comes from accepting where you are right now and how you’re doing.  

It comes from learning about your relationship with your environment (and the universe), learning its rhythms, and flowing with them to seek… relative stillness. 🤔

We all operate on different frequencies — so we shouldn’t expect any peaceful mind to be identical.  

Your peace probably looks a lot different than mine.  

(Hint: mine has lots of nice bunnies and a fridge of infinite burritos.)

Stillness is a state of mind, not just a state of the body.  

Let movement be your ritual.  

Learn the rhythm. Let it guide you.

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