After my meditation weekend, surely my daily sit will be a snap. Consistent and blissful. I’ll rush to the cushion every morning and sit like a buddha for 30 minutes without moving.
This is perhaps just a slight exaggeration of how I felt at the end of my Silent Meditation Weekend. I mean, it was so amazing. I “got it” again—why sitting is so critical for my sanity and peace of heart. I am more clear and connected. More spacious.
Then why, whhyyyy is it that in the two weeks since my revelation weekend my meditation has been utter crap? I’m fidgety, tormented, daydreaming, and cutting it short.
It reminds me of my early 20′s relationships where after a time of increased vulnerability and intimacy, there would be a pulling back and withdrawing. Almost like the new level of closeness was too scary.
Maybe this is my meditation immaturity.
In struggling these last two weeks, only one thing has helped: giving my mind something to focus on, something to distract it. There are hundreds of techniques like this, this one just happens to work for me.
In that hope, I share it with you.
Let me know how it goes.
Body Meditation [click to play!]