Days Sixty-Eight - Seventy-One, Saturday, April 28, 2012

One day skipped, one day a short meditation, one day speaking words out loud as I teach Joe to meditate.  I've somehow fallen out of the rhythm of the practice, although I suppose in a larger sense, these blips are part of the rhythm.  When it comes to meditation, there is no right or wrong way, no achievement or failure, it's all about nothing.  That's the intellectual part.  The reality is I can feel my anxieties rising and my worries about the uncontrollables breeding like germs in a petrie dish.  I can't help but feel if I really knew how to meditate the right way, I'd leave all those worries behind.  New mantra:  zippadeedoodah.