Day twenty-two, a Saturday, was one in which I made a lot of time for meditation, and as far as I know, didn’t step on anyone’s toes. Oops, so much for that. I did, but I’m pretty sure it was only the one. That left a pretty good day all the way around.
I meditated for thirty minutes in the morning, including my pre-sunrise walk. Then I did a bit of shopping for health items that improve my life. Next, I was off to my Saturday sangha for what turned out to be about an hour mediation and the same for the following dharma talk. I was amused as on Thursday the dharma talk I heard at the other sangha I attend was on karma and rebirth. Saturday’s dharma talk was on…wait for it…karma and rebirth. Death too. Both.
Afterward, I did a not particularly mindful walk of about ninety minutes to attend a baseball game. And here’s the other good thing I did. As much of a fan of the team as I am, attending games in five decades (omigosh), I left the game early because I was tired and had a speaking engagement early this morning. I didn’t want to cheat the folk who were to listen by being too tired. I got enough sleep. Yes!
It’s great when I can start listening to both what my brain is telling me (and mostly ignore it), and what my body is telling me (and mostly pay attention to it). Yes.