MONDAY MORNING, DAY ONE OF THE 30-DAY MEDITATION CHALLENGE.
Good Yogi: Soooo tired but better get straight to meditating before too many to-do’s come flooding in. I’m excited about this and didn’t think there would be 14 of us! Impressed that we’re all attempting to create some sort of change in our lives, but must admit, there is a part of me hoping that the next 30 days will miraculously change me for the better. Forever. No more rolling of the eyes at Der Mann, more gratitude and less envy, perhaps even less devil more angel?!
Bad Yogi: Uggghhh an extra half hour in bed would probably be highly beneficial for my health. In fact I’m convinced I need it, after my bout of 4am-wake-up-insomnia. If one feels this tired upon waking, surely it means an inadequate amount of sleep has been had.
Motivation supersedes laziness and DA yogi and Der Mann set up in separate rooms, alarms set, blankets out, mood quiet.
GY: Inhaling for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, exhaling for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Ribs are feeling a little prickly, might go down to counts of four. At least the tiredness is working to my benefit and my extremely heavy eyes have no problem closing. Such a distraction when they’re flickering with rebellion. Ok, there’s many thoughts going on right now, let’s gently reel it all in and come back the the breath. Inhale. Exhale. Easy does it.
BY: I am so good at this, I am pretty much the perfect yogi all in my stillness. Hang on. You’re getting it ALL WRONG! This isn’t supposed to be a seated snooze session where you just collapse into your morning fog! And Pema Chodron said it’s about simply being aware of the present situation – no labels of good or bad, right or wrong. What book was that again? Oooh my hips are feeling a bit creaky after last night’s class.
GY: You’re thinking, come back to the breath. Breath. It’s all good. Pema Chodron said it’s about being gentle with ourselves, about being lovingly open to what unfolds in the practice of meditation. And most importantly, being open enough to let stuff go. Whoop, thinking again. Breath. No probs. Letting it go, because it’s the right thing to do. Whoop. Ha! Breath.
BY: So I’ll be done at 8, then I’ll get my emails out, maybe I’ll have time for a quick jog. Nah, probably not. And then let’s see, meeting the cleaning lady at 10, won’t be home from teaching until 8pm tonight…what should I cook for dinner? Salmon burgers I guess. Not the healthiest option. But where can I fit in food shopping today? And there’s the accountant, the lawyer, the unpaid invoice…and I really should call my mum.
GY: Let the morning frenzy begin! Absolutely normal for a Monday morning and a busy week ahead. Just come back to the breath. And even though you can no longer feel your feet, yes, they are still there. Breath. You’re sitting with your frenzy and observing how it’s making you feel. And you’re not running away from it and breaking the meditation. You’re understanding it’s all good and all you need to do is breath.
BY: Der Mann’s alarm just went off. Sooo, mine should go off soon. Soon. Soon. Wasn’t mine set five minutes after his? Surely that’s long gone. Ohhh right, I must’ve set my alarm at PM rather than AM. I should check. Wait, no, I should stick this out, it’s that simple. But I’m a strict schedule today, can’t go overtime, too much to do, I definitely set that alarm wrong.
The second before DA was about to give in to impatience, the alarm rings. The day is hectic, however it’s one of those incredible NY days outside and DA gave it her best shot.
One of those cherished, perfect NY days: mumma wong, with perfect nails, Baby Cakes date. Hi Mum!