Accidental meditation: Finding my peace in the moment
Quick Read By Sue Wunder Correspondent I have never meditated by conscious choice; it just happens sometimes. My mind goes utterly quiet, inviting new fill. In my days as a dairy farmer, it often happened as I milked the cows or sat on my tractor. I would lose any semblance of thinking beyond the contours of the animals, the undulating fields. When the milk tank filled, or that final middle row of fragrant, dried meadow grass curled into form behind me, I’d wake as if from a curative sleep, ready for the world of ideas, anxieties, anticipations, and plans.