Over the years my mother found her "meditation" in playing solitaire, playing Yahtzee on her own (rattling that dice container and throwing the dice for hours), doing crossword puzzles (including those cryptic ones or ones with no black squares that I always found impossible to do), reading books and other pre-technological games and activities. 

I once asked her why she would sit up so late playing her games and doing other things when she must be tired and she told me it was the only time she had to herself with a husband and seven kids demanding things from her all the time. It was in effect, her meditation.

So in my opinion she was an expert on "meditation" who preferred anything other than practising the knowledge of the guru with its focus on squeezing eyeballs, aching arms with fingers stuck in ears, impossibly trying to swallow the tongue and just breathing to a mantra. She got the knowledge for me, and then never practised it - lol. And after darshan she said, "Poor boy, he never had a childhood." and never went to satsang or to see him again. No starry eyed devotee was she - just a woman with a mothering heart who wanted to please her child.

We all have to find our own outlets for solitude or relaxation or recharging or whatever we call it. Meditation is just nothing special - after all "we are all individuals!"