It’s almost time to sit.
Tonight is Tuesday, the night of my Sangha meeting, which I skipped this evening. Last week during the sit I felt a great deal of tension, which I think comes from the wrong seat — a rather uncomfortable plastic chair.
Say what you will about floor Buddhists: at least they know what they’re sitting on.
This week there was knowing about that, and darn it, just getting busy feeding some silly video game. So I get to write about it, which isn’t doing too much for me as you can plainly see, and then I get to sit on my lazy boy, which lately has been quite wonderful.
My meditation sessions since Tuesday have been some of the best ever, very deep, relaxed, insightful — almost as though I can feel my brain being reprogrammed. Yes, indeed that is a materialistic way to put it. One little exercise that I’ve been enjoying is shining the white metta light on whatever disturbances or ill feelings arise. Tonight however I feel like I should nap before the sit a while — there’s not much brain left at the end of the wick.
