I guess when your routine has been thrown out like mine was a couple of weeks ago, it takes time to get back into the swing of things once life returns to normal. (Although I have often asked myself exactly what ‘normal’ is for me. 🙂 )
However, the hardest thing I have found since arriving back home is returning to my meditation practice each morning and stilling my mind from everything that is constantly swirling within.
I have done my best each day to sit in my chair (I can’t sit cross legged on the floor because my knees and back doth protest too much) with my eyes closed and concentrate on the inflow and outflow of my breath. I have tried valiantly to calm the restless monkey that is my mind but I’m beginning to wonder if I am making headway (see what I did there lol).
The truth is my mind has not stopped since I arrived home. It jumps from subject to subject even when I am not attempting mediation.
What tasks need to be completed?
What am I cooking for dinner this evening?
What will my next blog post be?
Question after question after question and endless thoughts. I often think “I should write that down” but when I pick up my pen or put my fingers on the keyboard, all those ideas just scamper off.
Each time my mind wanders off on a tangent during my meditation, I bring it back to task and attempt stillness until it once again slips its leash and runs off in a another direction.
Sometimes I admit that I have recalled things during my meditation time that I need to stop and write down or I will forget them later.
Then I need to start all over again.
Breathe in…… breathe out…..Where was I again?
Oh no, I forgot xxx’s birthday again this year. I must remember to call later.
Breathe in…… breathe out……
Oh hello cat, you’ve come in to join me.
Breathe in….. breathe out……. breathe in…….
Sounds like the Tween is out of bed.
Breathe in…… breathe out….. breathe in…. breathe out……
What do I need to get done today?
Breathe in….. breathe out….
Oh I give up!
I’ll try again tomorrow.