In that our objective in meditation is towards a state of calm, being in the present, moving the mind from frontal thinky-thinky to the more central emotion brain area, to still the judgment processor, .... How is it that my best efforts have been amidst hubbub?
Waiting for someone outside a rush hour supermarket, the throng busily working around me, I find I can sometimes slip into a relaxed and detached state quite easily. But in the peace of my own home, or trying to follow some expert advice, I'm plagued by sleep, laughter, annoyance, wandering mind, and every body ache seems amplified to distraction.
As a wee child, I alarmed my mother once by screaming in the bathroom. Apparently I'd grasped that God was everywhere, but I couldn't see him. I'd thought of a scheme to make his acquaintance, I'd blocked the bath overflow hole with soap. I needed help to pin God down for a chat, he must be hiding under the bath as there was nowhere else to hide. Meditation can seem like that to me. To quote Baroness Orczy's Marguerite:
They seek him here,
They seek him there,
Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven,
Or is he in hell?
My own elusive Pimpernel.
It may be easy for some, but meditation has me wondering if I am French and in need of soap.