Place: Floor of my closet
Circumstances: Pre-Teaching at Uptown (11am or so)
Practice: Attempts at counting the breath 1-8
I caught myself at least three times this morning falling into completely unaware of where I am, what I am doing, and lost in the stories my mind created. And although my mind is a pleasant place to get lost in (kind of like a pretty garden), it felt way too much like sleeping for it to be an effective meditation.
However, the cozy darkness of my closet and with my back propped up against the wall, has helped with the time just rolling on by. I might increase my time to 20 minutes soon.
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