Sat this morning, and it wasn't a particularly great sit. I found that my mind was all over the place, I had extreme difficulties focusing, I was thinking about the time entirely too much, and by the time it was over, I was thinking, "when is the damn bell going to ring?"
And yet, I still sat, and it was still Zazen.
I think sometimes we spend so much time focusing on the time we were on the cushion and everything just flies by or the time we sat and had some wonderful moment of illumination that we forget that a lot of the time we spend on the cushion is really just time we spend on the cushion.
And that's okay.
There's no doubt in my mind that even Buddha himself had moments as he sat in which his obnoxious cousin or his hunger or any number of other things didn't intrude.
I actually think it's pretty healthy to talk about this stuff so I would love to hear other people's recollections of the times when sitting isn't just fabulous.
We've all been there.
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And yet, I still sat, and it was still Zazen.
I think sometimes we spend so much time focusing on the time we were on the cushion and everything just flies by or the time we sat and had some wonderful moment of illumination that we forget that a lot of the time we spend on the cushion is really just time we spend on the cushion.
And that's okay.
There's no doubt in my mind that even Buddha himself had moments as he sat in which his obnoxious cousin or his hunger or any number of other things didn't intrude.
I actually think it's pretty healthy to talk about this stuff so I would love to hear other people's recollections of the times when sitting isn't just fabulous.
We've all been there.
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