Farm truck, Rte. 22 A

When I meditate.

I sit up in a chair, where I am most comfortable.

I keep my eyes open, looking ahead and down at a 45 degree angle.

I take breaths, and count to 10, counting off at the very end of each exhalation.

If I lose track, skip ahead, or  forget my count, I go back to the beginning.

I sit with my hands locked, thumb to thumb, in my lap.

I pay attention to my breathing, not my mind.

I try and not judge my practice. There is no success or failure, no right or wrong. Just what you do.

I meditate every day, faithfully.

It is changing me.