Chapter 9: A Grand Prix of Cogitation – part 2

I sat in a pool of sunlight pouring through the long Velux, amplified and focused by the glass. Propped up on a cushion, struggling to keep my back straight, I fidgeted and rubbed my knees. I was supposed to be watching my breath. Adam said I could count them if it helped, but I kept getting lost. How could I lose count when I’m only counting to ten? I looked at the dust encrusted smudges on the window vaulting over my head and fought the urge to jump up and get out my cleaning kit.

Dirty Window

The idea behind meditation was to simply be aware of whatever was present, in your mind, body and surroundings, sounds and smells and so on. My mind was crammed with shit. It was worse than the window…

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