Day Two Hundred and Seventy six

Returning to the stone again and again. Tonight, each hindrance provides release. First, the window does not seem to provide enough air. I notice myself wrap around that thought, and struggle with opening another window for a cross breeze. I do not do it. I just touch the thought and let it go. It leads to a little doubt and I let that go and return to touching.

Feeling opens up, my body is consumed with release. I hear a car and follow that. Is it coming to the house? Must I stop my meditation? I let that go and return, deeper. I am very curious about getting close to what is close.

I touch the stone lightly and wrap my other desires into a desire to leave touching, to break concentration. I reflect on Lama's words about impermanence and I am energized to gently stay with the changes.

With some gratitude and reluctance, I place the stone back on the altar and write.