Feeling a bit sheepish by revisiting junior high school the other day, I spent time on the bus ride to work the next day in meditation - not too ambitious, following breath, inwardly repeating the mantra I got from reading Eat, Pray, Love (Om Namah Shivaya). I had recognized this was playing on a recording at my yoga class last Monday, and Holly (the wonderful yoga instructor) said it was directed to Shiva, which pleased me to hear. During the bus ride, I was conscious of the chant being praise to the Source, and also a means of accepting and appreciating the creation and the dissolution of everything encountered, inside and outside of myself.
The long and the short of it: things went better. I felt in synch with the day- I use the word "attunement," which brings up the image of the orchestra players at the beginning of any performance making sure their instruments are in tune with each other, with the music to be played. With no greater effort during the day, I was able to sense when to contribute to conversations and when to listen in (yet again) a meeting of fellow student services administrative types. I remembered to eat lunch. I noticed more of the flowing experiences around me, rather than being locked in my head. No great revelations, here, just a reminder of the need for rudimentary psychic housekeeping.
(The image is a crystal I bought at a rock show - I was searching the Web for images of meditation and thought, I should show something of my own. If you hold it just right, there are rainbows in this little orb - I think the picture caught that a bit if you enlarge by clicking.)