Train Meditation
By Robyn Lambird
Published 27 August 2022
My favorite time of day is spent on the train.
Meditation and contemplation, a grasp for meaning.
No task at hand, the world blurs past in my peripherals and I consider how to turn the pain in my hips into a sensation worth having? More importantly, what to have for dinner?
Surrounded by bodies, I dive deeper into myself.
Recognising the smell of green curry creeping from a lunch box and the hum of a headphone turned up too high. I sit, noticing my body's place in this space and my relationship to the chair beneath me. There’s a tension in my jaw, a twitch in my eye, and a restlessness withIn.
I stretch, hold on to the railing beside me, cool metal sending shivers down my spine. Absorbing the looks of those around me, darting from my chair to my chest.
I breathe… let go… and contemplate displacement;
how I’ve removed myself from the perception of others in the name of authenticity without knowing what exactly is my truth. Perhaps it’s a profile, curated and filtered or the bed head hair I spent 20 minutes sculpting.
Or perhaps it’s just me, here, now. Exactly as I am.
Listening to jazz with a pain in my hips and a hunger in my stomach.
Present in a moment, on a train, to be repeated for contemplation and meditation.
I arrive at my destination.