By tapping back into my practice, I can prepare for the next situation.

Airplanes are great places for meditation.

It’s not even that one more sit matters. It’s keeping on sitting that matters.

It was surprisingly healing just to sit and be calm in the middle of the airport.

It’s not something you get, it’s something you do.

Sometimes I only start meditating after I meditate.

The stability and dignity of sitting on the floor with the knees down just feels right to me.

Sitting for x minutes doesn’t seem ideal.

It can be dangerous to speak of there being a “point” to meditation, but to me, it seems pretty safe to say this is one.

I feel like I owe my practice an apology.

School taught me to see my feelings, but it didn’t teach me to feel them.

Learning a language is just a matter of expressing oneself clearly.

In my tradition demons are accepted with compassion.