Time: 8:05am
What: 15 minutes seated practice
Focus: Counting “One” to “Eight” (inhalations)
Drip... drip... drip... Seated practice this morning was punctuated by the dripping of the kitchen tap. Awareness of the drip drifted in and out much like the concentration on counting. Continued watching breath at the diaphragm as a means of grounding the focus on inhalations. Felt an infinite amount of space between the count of the inhale and the count of the following inhale. As though the whole world could arise, occur, and pass away in that time. Remembered past class intentions, thought about journal entry, drip, drip, reviewed previous day, twitter update, facebook, Do I want to go back to university? drip, drip. Felt peaceful with a splash of tired. Hopeful with a hint of melancholy.
Time: 12:00pm
What: One-Hour Moksha Class
Found that the mirror encouraged both a "spacing out" quality and a tendency to relate to the body externally. Had an expectation of the practice being difficult. Instead, dropped that expectation and responded with each breath. Noticed a pattern of exiting early and/or taking savasana for particular postures. Chose to do it differently today.
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