About that Oshi- (boshi, hoshi!) meditation thing my psychologist wanted me to take part in

March 7th, 2010 |

Now there, already the 1st week of treatments here is over and there’s still been no time to do a little review on this blog.

Why, you’re wondering? Actually there’s that problem with accessing the web. Naturally it’s not of very much comfort when the WLAN zone stops shortly before the door to your room and you have to go down to the lobby (where a splendid amount of toys is present to keep your kids occupied – IN YOUR DREAMS!) whenever you have to look up some English vocabulary or do some uploads. BTW I’ve a rather limited data rate included here, so I cannot provide the nice movies starring my beautiful kids I’ve produced for you. Maybe some pics will be allowed, though. Just don’t send me any email-attachments *LOL*

So, where’s the problem about that lobby-thing you may feel encouraged to ask. Not really a problem one might think because there’s a baby phone system installed in the whole resort so here we go. Right? Of course. And you can go to the in-house cafeteria. That’s the only location where you can receive signals of your crying kids. Did I mention that the lobby is approx. 100mtrs and several heavy doors and massive walls away from the cafeteria?

You see, another German organization has been predestined to gain the price for best service and elaborate interior.

Anyway. This week has not been THAT bad, after all. After I was allowed to vomit last week, Johanna could accomplish that task just 2 nights ago. Meanwhile Emily is the winner of the bad-cough-contest. By far. She’s probably the only one in the competition who is able to throw up a little bit into her mouth (including some gross gurgling noises) at almost every cough attack (and they are not very rare). Also, she’s winner of the fever contest. Absolutely resistant to ibuprofen AND paracetamol. I’m really appreciating her abilities. Her will is steely. So, we’re having a nice sleep-in in mommy’s bed for the 3rd night in a row, now. That is a challenge of its own because the manager of this resort obviously was of the opinion that a bed should not measure more than 1.00mtrs x 2.00mtrs. I probably would fall out of it, if I would actually fall asleep. But as Emily is coughing the whole night long I’m rather drowsing than sleeping, always prepared to help her up into a sitting position because she’s always on the edge of throwing up, as I mentioned before.

I really enjoyed some of the time here though. I could do some sports and met other mothers on the playground or by the sea (or wherever). Then there was this Osho-Kundalini(or what)-Meditation on Wednesday night. The psychologist I talked to advised me to go there to work on my phobias. So, although I’m not into meditation of any kind, I went there, always in fear of my children intruding because they have a rather light sleeping behavior and would seek me out in the (quiet) meditation room (noisily).

Boah, that was a thing of its own, this meditation. The whole evening was structured by a CD that played different sorts of music. Every quarter of an hour there was a gong so you knew the next chapter was to begin. Don’t laugh. The first quarter all we did was to shake our bodies while the feet should remain on the spot. Nothing but shaking. Freestyle. Man, was I shaking. I was actually sweating. The moment the music began I suddenly felt 15 years younger because the sounds reminded me strongly of the techno wave of the 90s. And then I just did the same as I did then in the disco. Shake it, baby.

The next part was all about dancing. Freestyle, of course. Accompanied by a theme that could be directly used in a movie production like Tiger&Dragon. Although I’m not feeling nearly as gracious as some Asian mortal arts dancer, I managed (after a short glance at the other women who probably also felt not at all like that) to pass that quarter by making any movements that crossed my mind. (You know if everyone is making a clown out of herself it’s not the worst to blend in

The following video is NOT showing me, I found it on youtube. It describes another form of Osho’s meditations but the first 2 of our parts you can find here, too. Watch it, it’s pure fun

Afterwards there was a quarter of sit-in meditation accompanied by exactly the kind of music you’re thinking it would be. And then, while lying on the floor, snuggled in our covers we had a quarter full of – nothing. No sound. (Except for the squeaking of some doors, distant voices, some coughing and other disturbing things.) I managed to stay awake. Barely. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. But I assure you, doing some other kind of ’sports’ late in the evening and a relaxing period afterwards would probably have the same effect. It was a funny (and somehow weird) experience though. You should try it. Really. Shake it, baby!

Of course there are many, many other things passing here. Due to the technical problems mentioned above I’m not able to write as much as I wanted to. It’s just to hard to organize. But as today we’ve reached the top of the mountain (as one of the mommies I found as a friend here, just mentioned) what means that we’re halfway through this cure, I will try to finally attach some pics for you all.

My resume so far: it’s not everything been up so far, y’know, mountain or not. It’s rather a roller-coasting experience. Today I’m fed up. In the moment I wanna go home. I’m hoping there will be another high, soon. A night’s sleep would be sufficient for the moment