The Lesson
And I discover
Not every trip can be squeezed into a square. But why should we try to make them fit?
That wouldn’t be fair.
Every trip has it setbacks, this we hate to admit,
But we are told we should only display our wins.
But wouldn’t it be nice if we could talk about our struggles? So this is where the Honors College comes in.
More important than the courses we juggle,
Is to gather in this space to share
That our trips take us to many unknown, scary places. And here we find a community that cares
And we can find comfort in familiar faces.
And this is the most important lesson I’ve uncovered
When I wrote “The trip”, the world was in lockdown and things were constantly changing, but the one thing that remained the same was that I felt scared and alone in my college journey. Nobody genuinely participated in online classes/ discussions/ activities, so I became engrossed in social media, constantly looking to feel and recreate the happiness and sense of adventure that seemed to fill my Instagram feed. When I finally met my peers in Honors College courses (through colloquiums, seminars, and thesis classes), I realized that everybody came from a different background and had a unique story to share. To be able to hear about people’s experiences and exchange our thoughts is an absolute privilege that I am proud to have as an Honors College student, so I wanted to write poems to reflect this. Through my series of poems, I hope to shed light on the many different stories that people bring to the Honors College and how you would only get to hear these stories if you leave the ever-growing world of social media.
In awe of how advanced she had progressed in her practice, I probed for more details. “Has your practice helped you? What mental health benefits have you noticed?”
“Yes, it’s helped. And I think the best example of it helping me was during these past two years. It was the first time I was in a situation where I experienced anxiety and depression. I started meditating again, even though
it was extremely hard to do. I started with just a few minutes of being mindful each day, and it has really helped me get back to myself again. As for the health benefits I noticed, my mind really did calm down.”
“Ok and what about your physical health? You know, how a healthy mind reduces inflammation. Have you experienced that?”
“Absolutely,” my mom exclaimed. “I noticed I had fewer migraines.” Ever since I was little, my mom always got headaches. And during stressful periods, she experienced migraines more severely. She said that while being mindful didn’t cure her headaches by any means, it did help reduce them. She then added, “Also, the reason why I was able to concentrate on eating better was because I was being mindful.”
After several minutes of discussing my mom’s mindfulness practice, our filling conversation came to a pause. She took a sip of her ginger tea. I looked straight ahead at the gallery wall behind her. My mom and I made it our goal to fill the wall with a mix of different art pieces. Vintage, modern, colorful, neutral. This hobby of ours led me to think of my mom’s hobby, photography. She has always loved taking pictures.
“What about photography? Is that a meditative practice for you?”
“Yes, it definitely is. It’s funny because a lot of people say that with photography, filming, and things like that, you’re not really enjoying, being present, because you’re focused on the camera and the technical part of it. But for me, because I love it so much, I’m actually looking at what I’m taking a picture of. I am present, not only because I want the picture to come out right, but because I really like what I’m seeing. I like to see people just being when I’m taking street photography. I like to see the trees, the sky, and the light coming through the leaves.
It is absolutely a mindfulness practice for me.”
This is just a look at one individual, my mom, Lenny LLuberes. Through her practice, one can see how being mindful isn’t an easy task but offers great value to one’s life when being intentional about it. Next time you’re engaging in your favorite activity, in my mom’s case, photography, or searching for art at the flea market, take a second to observe the shifting clouds, the glistening wet pavement after a rain, and the muted colors within the old, wooden frame.
Sources:
Achieving the Breathless State in Meditation
Beneficial Effects of Meditation on Inflammation