“How do you find the time to sit?” I’m asked.
Well, I don’t. I will explain.
Decades passed with ml desiring more time to sit.
The cushion was ever calling, but she was a self with things-to-be-done.
They lined up in lists and no matter how many were struck off, accomplished, more recruits would appear to replace them.
She longed for more time in which to achieve all the must-do’s that self spun around its existence.
She longed too, for the space and silence of the zafu.
And all that longing created conflict.
So, what changed all that?
When the impossibility of ml’s existence as a separate solid entity was seen, everything shifted.
ml was replaced by Life, Itself, and Life loves using the zafu as its launch-pad for the return to Itself – point ZERO.
So I confess I don’t have to find time; nor is it really true to say, “I sit.”
But it happens.