The beginner’s guide to meditation usually goes as such: “Breathe deep and just empty your mind.” Just. Just. Really, to be able to tune out all the engines and agendas and electrical static that surround us in the city takes some zen-master-level-140-type-shit. And for those of us who aren’t quite there yet, there’s still a way to completely eliminate distraction and lay in a pool of pure embodied mind: Float.
I scheduled 20 floats in 30 days and while floating in the tank during my first session, I made two very significant promises to myself:
I would document my thoughts and experiences following each float to reflect on later.
By the end of the month, I would have a clear vision for my next life project.
That’s all it took. Setting the intention. Being specific about what I was going to do. From there, actually doing it.
If you want to get better at anything, you’ve got to practice. In basketball, if you want to practice free throws, it works best on an empty court. Just you and the hoop. It’s not as interesting as a basketball court filled with people and it’s not as fun as playing a game. Studying how you’ve thrown each shot, however, will lead to more insight. Similarly, float tanks are like clearing the court of distraction.
“Lay for an hour in 1000 lbs of Epsom salted water”, they said. “Close yourself in a tank, in pitch black, for an hour”, they said. “This sounds like a recipe for a panic attack!” I said. And I did it anyway, because apparently I just listen to people and trust them when they look like legitimate decent human beings. But guess what? Turns out floating is the real deal-bees knees and I’m HOOKED. Here is why….