Monday mornings have a certain quality to them. Going off of the mind, it carries the weight of the entire upcoming week on top of its shoulders. Going off of this moment, there's ease and silence of being. There's aliveness in the body. There's awareness of the whooshing of the cars passing by. There's breath in my lungs.
The Practice
Morning meditation - 30 minutes
Yoga - 30 minutes
Reflection
I got a bit caught up yesterday in the "everything I have to do" mindset and it wasn't until several hours later that it dawned on me, for the tenth million time, that I don't have to ever carry more than one item at a time. And that one item only applies to this one moment when it's being carried. For instance, writing these words is the one item and writing them now is the only time I can ever do that. When I get up and start getting dressed that will be my one item. When I make myself tea after that, that will be another one item and so on...
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