I find when I meditate alone, without the support of sitting with a group, it feels the same as my attempts to work in a trip to the gym. I need to get to it first thing in the morning, or nada, it doesn't happen.

Monday's are a challenging workout for this mind of mine. I wake up and sit down before planning or imagining an entire week's events. I must have gotten here soon enough because I notice feeling relieved. I notice a soft smile, sounds of morning.

Then, some wrestling with my posture and the distraction of thinking mind begins: schedule my clients, get to the cleaners, make lunches, ad infinitum. Now, a reprieve and return to the anchor of my breath. 

I sink deep, like a stone, only to be pulled out by a cacophony of sound entering through open windows. I lean into the noise. Amazing, it's a darn chainsaw. Oh wait, in the foreground I hear a mockingbird singing to the morning. What energy in that song! 

I begin my week.