That lovely woman. She doesn’t realize it. She came out of our yoga class last night and as she was putting her shoes on mentioned quietly... if not guiltily... that she never focuses during the meditation sections of the class. The whole changing room glanced up. And then gave a communal sigh of agreement.
It’s hard work. And I’ve let my morning 10-min meditation slip for that very reason.
So, a problem shared being a problem solved, tomorrow's the day to keep trying. Ever heard of the 'flower meditation'? Ten minutes, one flower, concentrated appreciation:
Shouldn't be too hard, should it?