The Mat
The night, for some reason, is interminable. I wake every hour and wonder if my clock is working. At 4 a.m. I wake fully with …
The night, for some reason, is interminable. I wake every hour and wonder if my clock is working. At 4 a.m. I wake fully with …
The book is boring; it goes in the discard box. At 4 o’clock I begin to pace. Seven steps across, seven steps back, for twenty …
At noon I am finally ready. The first day is for practice: I lie on the mat and read, not committing myself to work, or …