So I began to meditate again. Quietly, without telling anyone in particular. In the winter morning dark, I come downstairs. I settle myself in the living room chair. And there, I breathe. In. Out. Watching the breath, turning my focus inward. Two? Three? Ten minutes? Each day is different. I try not to judge, to forgive myself on the mornings when it's hard to quiet my mind.
Overall, we're seeing Western empirical science steadily confirm what's been observed and known about the mind/body/spirit interconnection within the ancient Eastern traditions. I think the upshot of these recent studies is that how you engage your mind, body and mental/emotional outlook in the world shapes and influences your total system.