I’m a meditator. Sort of.
I meditate on a daily basis for about four days in a row. Then, I miss a day. Like today.
It’s day 4 of my brand-new-again daily practice. I’ve squirmed every time I thought about sitting on my cushion today. It’s as if my butt is a magnet of the same polarity as my meditation spot. I get near it, and I can feel invisible forces driving me away.
Somehow, on days 1, 2 and 3, I woke up knowing I had to start meditating immediately. Maybe it’s because I knew I would otherwise get distracted. I didn’t even brush my teeth first. From my horizontal sleeping position, I slid off the side of the bed, onto the floor between the bed frame and my closet, and there I sat. I picked up my mālāfrom my nightstand and off I went.
Auṁ…
But today is day 4, and something happens to me on day 4. Every dang day 4.
By now, my body has figured out that I’m getting up early. I bounced out of bed this morning, no alarm needed. I figured, hey, I might as well brush my teeth and wash my face before getting started, so I can show up all fresh and clean for meditation for once. I took my mālāfrom off the nightstand, looped it around my wrist and then...
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