I won’t tell you how hard it was to rein in my toddler mind, or how twitchy my muscles were, or how distracted I was by the combines harvesting corn across the road, or how much it all felt like starting over. I WILL tell you that toward the end of the 20 minutes, for one fleeting moment, I had the impression (vision? imagination? memory? I dunno…) of open, outstretched arms. I FELT the arms—their warmth, their enfolding welcome, their unconditional love.
I accept the impression as a gift. From this split-second sensation, I know without doubt that it is perfectly fine to return to my daily practice and to completely let go of my recent non-practice—no guilt, no regret, no despair over losing ground. Just this:
Here I am.
Thank me/you.
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