The path that led me to this bowl began a couple years ago, when I realized that I should probably consider therapy. I didn’t look for any type of in particular, and my goals were Hulk-like: “Feel bad. Need help. Talk to someone.”
Through pure flukery, I wound up at Chicago Mindful Psychotherapy, where, in addition to seeing a therapist, I also do mindfulness meditation via a free meditation class. I especially dig sound meditation, in which you get your John Cage on, simply listening to every sound, big and small, beautiful and ugly, for a set period of time. If other thoughts pop in — which they will — you don’t beat yourself up about them. You just notice them, observe them, and get back to listening.
Sometimes there’s a guest meditation leader I call Bowl Man (not to his face). He has dozens of Tibetan singing bowls, which he hits while we do a listening meditation. If sound meditation is my favorite type of meditation, I guess you could say the bowls are my favorite song. (You can read more about the history of the singing bowl, sometimes called a standing bell, here, as a starting point.)
Bowl Man teaches the way of the bowl, which isn’t just about listening, but healing. For more relaxation, you can put the vibrating bowl on various parts of your body. It’s *literally* good vibrations.
Also, the bowl is fun. (Some people use it for music as well.) You can make a quiet boonngg or loud BOOOOOONNNNGGGGG or a REALLY loud BOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG. If you ever wanted to get so centered and meditative that you wake all the neighbors, this is your path to obnoxious enlightenment.