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As I close my eyes to begin this morning’s meditation, I think, I’m glad I peed, then, Did I turn the light off in the bathroom?
I get up, assure myself that I did, indeed, turn off the lights, return to my meditation cushion, reset the timer, and start over.
I’m the worst at meditation. Intentional mental emptying is completely different from drunken blacking out. I like clearing my mind, but, more often than not, I’ll wander away from thinking about my breath and end up on a five-minute mental detour before bringing myself back. The trick is to allow the thought, thank it, then return to my desired point of focus. Sometimes, it works. Others, it doesn’t.
April says it’s not about being good or bad. It’s about having a daily, personal, spiritual discipline. “Sitting for twenty minu
