In the past few months I've been finding myself during the day casually thinking back to my sit the evening before, and kind of characterizing it as far as how it felt and what kind of attitude I thought I had about it, both during and after. I've noticed that I often seem to sit "in defiance of" the arising thoughts, the ego, back pain, emotions, flights of fancy experiential stuff... and other times it's like I want to take the ego and the thinking and the whole package and just embrace it with something like compassion, and smooth down it's wild hair and tell it everything is going to be alright. I come from a background of recent drug/alcohol addiction, in recovery for about 5 months, and I wonder if I have warped my perceptions regarding my inner self. I don't think anyone would say either of my two "ways of looking at it" are wrong, but I think I'm missing something by looking for it, if that makes any sense. It's like sometimes I'm the monk sitting on the most comfortable fluffy zabuton ever made, and other times I'm the monk on fire.
Anyway, gassho
Kodo Tobiishi sat today (well, last night, but that's just when I sit)
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