I attended my second meditation session last night.
I found it a little harder
to focus than I did the week before: partly because I’d had a stressful day and
partly because the technique we used was more demanding. I was so tired before
the class that I was almost tempted not to go. Thankfully, I had the sense to not give in to lethargy.
Though it took longer to get in the right frame of mind, when I did, I felt the
benefit. The me that left the classroom was less tightly coiled than the one that had arrived.
The trick is to not be hard on
yourself when your mind wanders; just acknowledge it and steer yourself
back.
I hope to meditate
a little every day. I don't want to just restrict it to when I'm in the
classroom. It should end up part of my daily routine, like my writing.
The more you put
in, the more you’ll get out. It’s a bit like cooking pasta.
By the end of June, I should be able to levitate.