Yesterday, day 3, I concentrated on my breath, and for the most part I was successful.  But concentration does not mean my mission is to conquer my breath.  Within minutes I noticed my eyebrows lowered and teeth clenched.  Concentration took on a different meaning in my body last night.  I was grateful to observe it and make gentle adjustments without criticism of self.  To observe without judgment is a wonderful practice.  That being said, this morning I thought I had a dilemma.  As much as I want to sit every day for the next 28 days, I also want to post my journey.  But this morning I felt I had nothing to say about it, because nothing profound happened during or immediately after my sit, so therefore I had nothing to say.

Knock, knock...Who’s there?....To....To Who?.....To Whom It May Concern…You are judging again…

Goodness, sometimes when I sit it’s just that – sitting.  No spiritual big bang, just another day on the cushion.  Not every sit transforms me into some new spiritual plane.  Many times I am just sitting – just having an uneventful, regular day of sitting.  And how great is that.  I have enough points of reference to know many regular days of sitting put together, are like the string of popcorn we put together to decorate our holiday tree: it’s partly a gift in celebration of a life well lived.