Sitting on a meditation cushion and garbage bag, I can feel the damp ground underneath my shins. The incline of the hill offering both ease and challenges; the dip of the pelvis supporting a lifted spine while the garbage bag and slant create ‘holding’ to prevent sliding.
Eyes gazing softly on the wet grass and mud receiving flashes of feet of passersby. The sounds of St. James Park, the home of Occupy Toronto, float in and out. Church bells, sirens, early morning discussions, tent zippers opening and closing, shouts of “mic check (MIC CHECK)”, bursts of yelling, an individual who believes they are the messiah, another person telling their peers that everyone is an undercover police officer, drumming, chanting, a committee meeting beginning . . .
Amongst the chaos, scattered, tense, tired and excited energy, the sight of people sitting still is unexpected. It would be dishonest to say that at moments I didn’t feel silly. But, like everything else, the sense of insecurity passes.
By sitting in solidarity with the occupation, we were hoping to help to lay a foundation of mindfulness beneath a social movement with far reaching implications . . . that’s Interdependence in a nutshell. – IDP Blog
Though I cannot be at Occupy Toronto every hour of every day, I can do this. I can offer the stability, the quiet, the receptivity of practice. I can practice being peace in a space that holds so many opinions, worldviews and characters. I can put my body where my beliefs are . . . and I believe that we can wake up. Together.