The meditation last night began much later than my usual hour of meditation. I usually begin sometime between 9:00 pm and 9:30 pm. Last night I began at 11:15 pm. The body is different in the after hours. The mind, still so attached to the body, behaves according to the whims of the body. In the morning, I am energetic. By 11:00 pm, on any given day, I am a goner.
Before I began, I reminded myself that my body isn’t really required for what I am about to do. I just have to sit with a straight spine. The difficulty I am going to face is with my subconscious. The subconscious might suggest sleep. Instead of having a presence of mind to see that sleep won’t really be as restful as meditation, I’ll give in to the suggestion to sleep.
Thankfully, I did not sleep. 25 minutes were not to difficult to log after I had made the commitment to meditate for at least that long. In fact, the effort to meditate despite the body being a certain way at 11:00 pm, did wonders to the breath. If there is one title I could honestly give to the description of last night’s meditation 🧘♀️, it would be : Forgotten Breaths.
It is so nice to watch a breath that is in no hurry to move. Stillness is such a refreshing thing. Calm waters are going to be a muse for artists for a long long time. Still life paintings are going to provide relief to many travellers in hotel rooms.
