I came into the “Consciousness, Creativity and Bliss” class after a long and stressful previous semester. The promise of meditation lured me in as the stacks of boxes full of responsibilities kept getting higher and higher in my mind. Now don’t get me wrong, the boxes don’t just disappear when I meditate. Going to school and working is necessary, at least until I graduate. The problem arises when these boxes aren’t neatly stacked one on top of the other but rather dropped at random like a really cruel game of Tetris. Things inadvertently become misaligned.

Every one of my classes has a box of its own. Every family member, with their unique and crazy respective problems, has a box just for themselves. Every hour I log at work is another, much smaller box, but still a very real box nonetheless. Every freelance project, every friend, every car on the road as I drive — all these boxes are messily stacked inside of my mind. At the very bottom there is a really weathered and beaten box. This frail box contains what is left of me at the end of each day. It holds more than it should and, at the same time, not a lot.

Under recommendation from a dear friend, Transcendental Meditation finally came into my life. Something that, for once, did not come in its own box but rather hijacked my game of Tetris and aligned every box in such a manner that there are only neatly stacked boxes. When these boxes are neatly stacked, there is breathing room. And when one can breathe, one can think more clearly.

Aligning every box allows one to look at the tasks at hand objectively. Divide and conquer. The boxes are still there, though much lighter in weight and much smaller in dimension compared to all the newfound space inside of my mind. Every new box just falls in its respective place. What would eventually naturally happen before through much worrying and exhaustion now just somehow happens. When these boxes need to, they disappear, relieving the weight upon the box that contains who I am and my ability to enjoy every moment for what it is — life.


Karen Timmermann
Graphic Design Student, College for Creative Studies
Detroit, MI