Today’s post is a poem a client wrote and sent to me. I asked if I could blog it. He said, “Yes, but please don’t include my name.”
Here it is…
Morning practice
I wake up, groggy and confused
Is it really time to get up?
I don’t want to
I turn over and sigh
When I get out of bed I have to be mindful
It always takes me a few minutes
The long process of coming out of hibernation
I rise and dress; go to the bathroom
I take my mat and my bench
and assume the position
I breathe in, and calm my body
I breathe out and smile
I try to be mindful first thing in the morning
For at least 10 minutes
Its not as easy as it sounds
Your body plays tricks on you
My forehead starts to itch, or I feel like I need to use the bathroom
Even though I just did
These things used to annoy me
Why are you fighting me, mind?
Now though, they just make me smile
I smile at the things my mind throws in my way
And I smile at myself
I know there is no fight here, except the one that I start



