Some mornings, as I awake to the day, I meet “monkey mind,” zigzagging in and out of what prove to be irresistible thoughts. What a storyline it creates; I go all in and attach.
Every time, it’s the storyline that hooks me. Sometimes, attachment (shenpa) is a daylong experience of escape, one wearying moment after another.
It is how this day has begun. It is the day I have.
Taking a breath, I aim for even. I veer right and overcorrect to the left before getting stuck in another storyline that takes me deeper into fear. I’m completely caught up in escaping this day, following one “what if” after another.
My morning yoga practice is tight, like a bud, my body stuck in imbalance. As with meditation, I breathe into each movement, remembering to soften the tightness with my breath (Peggy Cappy).
Awareness of the breath is the path of the present. I open to the moment. It’s the real deal, story enough.