I live in a seasonal town that gets EXCEPTIONALLY busy in the summer: theatre shows, coffeehouses, bands, canoe trips, birthdays, and a myriad of “special events”. On top of that, I’m in the middle of finishing the creation of my first solo show. Again, I have been missing more sittings than making them.
How to make the time? Well, just make it. If there’s time for swimming, there’s time for meditation. If there’s time for hiking, there’s time for meditation. I f there’s time for dancing…you get the idea. Then why, with all the payoff that meditation brings, has my mind failed to make the association that meditation is wonderful? I have NO problem thinking, “Fire = Fun = Potentially Singing = Food = Friends = Yes”. Yet, in the morning, my mind says, “I would WAY rather sleep for an hour than meditate”. I need external discipline.
I am headed back to a centre in the fall and am hoping that by then I will be sitting even once ever three days.
In the meantime, it’s Emma’s birthday tomorrow as well as the first meeting for anyone interested in participating in the Cabarets. Perhaps I’ll forgo lunch and make time to sit.