After decades of resisting taking up meditation, I’ve been practicing it for the past several weeks – 20 minutes a day, trying to concentrate on my breathing without interrupting the normal pattern and banishing extraneous thoughts that surface as soon as I become aware of them. I’m moderately disciplined at resisting fidgeting and refraining from scratching occasional itches that assert themselves. I’ll never become an accomplished meditator. Even so, practicing seems to have something of a calming effect. When my timer goes off –- a soft ching –– I feel as if I’ve been brought back from another world.
Is it worth it – 20 minutes of doing nothing every day? Probably so.