I sat this evening--for seventeen minutes. It seemed longer. I have been tired, all day--stayed up late, drank some scotch and watched a movie and have been low-energy ever since.
But, hey. I did sit. Noted the barking dog, the crackle of the fire, the TV sounds from the tenant below. Noted and let each go of each---and was able to come back to the breath.
This practice, today, felt easy. Calming. A balm for my weariness.
So, the day is ending. These days seem so short--I wake before the sun is up at seven am and by six all the light has drained.
So, rest. Breathe. Be still, for I am enough.