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Not Out Of Bed Yet Meditation
Judgment Day
My eyes open and right away, (I’m still in bed) the judgments pile in
like so many teenagers on their way to a party, all parents out of town.
Judge: “Get up. Go meditate.”
Me: “My back hurts.”
Judge: “Suck it up. You said you’d sit every day.”
Me: “First of all, shut up. And second, it doesn’t matter where I am when I watch my thoughts. I can do that anywhere.”
And I do.
Sometimes you have to find your own way into things.
What follows is my Not Out Of Bed Yet Meditation.
The Not Out Of Bed Yet Meditation
I start by noticing everything I can about the breath. How my nostrils are thicker this morning than yesterday, and so breathing has to be a little more intentional. Then the landscapers start up across the street (a reliable irritant).
I think, “What if I could just open the gateways of the ears and let sound be sound. Just notice its quality like I notice the warm and cool of the breath.”
