I’ve heard it said that there is no such thing as bad or good meditation. You sit; that’s all. That’s some comfort as I spent the entire time this day lost in thoughts. Screwing myself all up over past events, old hurts and unalterable mistakes. But that’s good, right?
I’ve also mastered the art of counting my breaths to a count of ten, over and over, without any awareness whatsoever of either the counting or the breath. It happens in the background, flawlessly and effortlessly. But I’m not there for it!
But I keep coming back.