My mind more silent than usual. I feel my toe. It stands out. More silent than usual, less external noise. I can hear the faint sound of the early rising travelers. It's so silent. I'm happy I waited for everyone to leave. I hear the air screeching — not ringing, not tinnitus. Not spiritual gossip or enlightenment significance. I'm anxious with slight nerves of chill and relaxation. My dang toe. Silent the mind. It feels so good.
My alarm goes off, and it's time for me to write. What will be my focus next meditation?
For the first minute, it felt like 2. I had no intention, and I felt as if I needed to set intention. I couldn't think of anything. Forcing this was pressuring. Just breathe. I have no intention. I need an intention to focus on — that's the exercise — but I don't want to force the intention.
I found you. "Don't force intention". Breathe and "Flow".
My body slithers in my seat like a cobra, rocking left to right, right to left. I touch my head, my neck my shoulders. I always ache since losing my mobility. With a quiet mind, no pressure, just breathing, I feel my touch. I shiver. I ache for touch. I wish... I had a personal masseuse. Frustration but I feel so good.
Just flow, just breathe.