Last week I decided that it would be a good idea to try meditating in the mornings. Verena wakes up at 6:30 anyway, so I might as well set my inner clock to awaking at 6 a.m. for some uninterrupted "me" time.
NOTE: I know that it sounds very "Type A" and not-Zen to decide to start meditating, but I really don't see how else one begins - I mean, it's not like it's natural to sit still for 10 minutes!
So, this morning was my third 10-minute session. My visual is "body like a mountain, head like the sky," which usually feels very clear and opening for me. This morning though, the sky just wasn't happening. My insides felt like a muddy puddle rather than a bright sky. Truth be told, it was actually kind of nice to feel mushy.