Y'all, I took Patrick's recent e-mail about our meditation practice to heart. For the past few weeks, when I've thought about my meditation practice, I've been all, helllooooo . . . is this thing on? It started out so promising . . . so (cue melodramatic music) life-changing. Then I hit a speed bump. Um, turns out I wasn't meditating so much as sitting on my floor for five minutes a day thinking about stuff. No wonder I've felt so scatterbrained, unfocused, agitated . . .
Frazzled, like this guy:
So last night I sat on my floor with intention. To breathe in, breathe out. Not think, just be. You know, all that stuff.
That lasted about a minute . . . because this guy:
. . . ran across the floor right in front of me.
I have lived in New York for 6 1/2 years, and I still scream bloody murder when I see a mouse.
So much for flexibility.
Well, you could have not noticed the little creature if you were not "in the moment". I'll try meditating in the garden and wait for the gnomes!
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Did you see PCPer Elena has the same mouse trouble? Must be the heat?
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Heat? Please, it's just New York. Plain and simple. Cats are very helpful in these situations.
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