So...yesterday I posted a link to the "don't do anything for two minutes" site. And then I tried it myself, thinking "two minutes: huh. Piece of cake."
Ummm....NOT.
Here's what happened when I clicked on the link:
I instantly adjusted the volume on my computer, then got the "FAIL" notice. Had to start over. Oops. Two more minutes.
Then I listened to the waves for a bit and felt the urge to move my mouse over them to see what would happen. FAIL. Had to start over again. Two more minutes.
Deep breath.
I almost made it the two minutes on try #3...but then I started to make a list (on paper--I'd learned my lesson about messing with the computer. I don't like to FAIL.) of all the things I needed to this weekend.
GAH.
Seriously? It's only two freakin' minutes...
Two minutes. In two minutes, we can breathe deep. Two minutes can bring us back to the moment, back to ourselves. Two minutes can stop the spinning, craziness in our minds and bodies and bring us gratitude and connection again.
I never did "get it", by the way. I never was able to sit for the whole two minutes with an empty mind, completely zenned out. I couldn't make it ten seconds to tell you the truth. But I kept coming back. And coming back. And coming back.
I think that's the purpose. Perfection ain't what it's all about. It's about coming back. Messing up. Coming back. Zoning out. Coming back. Coming back. Coming back.
Coming back to yourself. Coming back home. Coming back to God.
Give it a try. See how two minutes (and then five and then ten and then twenty...) can bring you back.