The Faces of Meditation: Dana Gornall

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The Faces of Meditation: Dana Gornall

When things get a little chaotic, I find myself pulled to the kitchen. There is a small red rug that we had bought for one of my daughter’s school projects when she had to portray Gandhi. I sit there, right under the sink (that usually has dishes still in it) with my back against the kitchen cupboard and close my eyes for a few minutes.

 

By Dana Gornall

I was looking for something more in my spiritual life.

Catholicism wasn’t doing it for me, but I really didn’t know which direction to go. One day when I was driving to an appointment for my job I was stopped at a red light and looked to my left. There was a metaphysical store right there and for some reason I felt drawn to go inside. I ended up taking many different types of classes there, and meditation was one of them.

After I started having children, classes or hobbies all took a back seat and being a mom was the focus of my life. Suddenly my time was full of sleepless nights and toddlers and Blues Clues on our TV.

My sister-in-law invited me to drop in a yoga class with her and so I went. I was hooked. For some reason yoga and meditation provided that missing link in my life.

Today my children are teenagers and instead of Blues Clues on our TV we have The Walking Dead. Instead of chasing toddlers I am running them up to the school, to the gym and sitting in the passenger seat with my fingers clenched as they practice driving. Meditation is hard to fit in the day. Hell, going pee is hard to fit in the day.

When things get a little chaotic, I find myself pulled to the kitchen. There is a small red rug that we had bought for one of my daughter’s school projects when she had to portray Gandhi. I sit there, right under the sink (that usually has dishes still in it) with my back against the kitchen cupboard and the dog bowls next to  my side, and close my eyes for a few minutes. And that is my meditation.

Nothing structured, no timer, no specific format of meditation—just a few minutes of quiet on the kitchen floor. Even if it’s only a short time with zombies hissing in the background on our TV.

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Dana Gornall is the co-founder of The Tattooed Buddha and mom of three crazy kids and a dog. She has been writing stories since she could put words into sentences, and is completely in love with language of all kinds. The need to connect with people on a deeper level has always been something she strives for and finds fulfilling. Whether it be through massage, writing, interpreting or just chatting with a good friend, she finds bits of enlightenment in those connections. If not working or writing, you can find her standing outside in the dark night gazing up at the millions of stars or dancing in the kitchen with her children. Check out her writing here on The Tattooed Buddha and her column:The Yoga Slut. You can also see her writing on Elephant Journal, Be You Media and Rebelle Society. You can connect with her on Twitter and Facebook.
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