Begin and Begin Again

Until the very moment I sit down to meditate, I sift through lists of all the better uses for my time. Once I sit down, a windmill of worry powers up inside my head converting all that worry juice from my brain into nervous energy in my body. This I observe with compassion. It is just the way it is: a natural force. If I can be patient, the congestion will clear. Every meditation is a chance to begin again. Pitstone Windmill, a 17th Century post mill