It was 2008. I was practicing one hour of meditation theory followed by one hour of meditation. I went through the motions. Focus. And the mind would wander. Bring it back. Focus. And the mind would wander. Focus. Bring it back. And the mind would wander. Over and over again.

Be kind to yourself. Have compassion. Be patient.

Okay, how much patience do I have? It is a never-ending story of catching myself as my mind wandered off again. I wondered, does it ever get easier? Will the mind ever sit and be still?

MeditationMarise FosterFebruary 25, 2020meditation, happiness, inner peace