Morning Meditation

Being a loose, very loose, proponent of Samuta meditation, I found myself on the bathroom floor for a 10-minute sit this morning, the first in a long while. Like other facets of life which bring peace but are avoided, I labor arduously to bring myself to a point to make appropriate decisions, like sitting and stopping for 10 minutes. I almost always feel refreshed and still after meditating, but I'm a person driven by copious habit energies. I do find that when I sit I adjust to it easily, something I appreciate. I began the session with lightness of breath, rapid and shallow and not in the least still. By the end of my 10 minutes I was drinking in long, full breaths of air, ones that filled my lungs and head with calm.

I now have to meditate on the bathroom floor b/c my previous mediation area is now full of boxes from the home project. I'm still at odds over whether to be perturbed by this turn of events, or to let go, as the dhamma would have it. I have very little space which I could call my "own" in my home. My children have an extensive playroom in the basement. Thee other rooms in the house are filled with remnants of my packrat wife. Previously I had a corner of the basement for both lifting some barbells- a rare activity- and a meditation pillow. Now I resort to sitting in the bathroom floor. In some ways I am grateful, but...