Morning Meditation
So I began to meditate again. Quietly, without telling anyone in particular.  In the winter morning dark, I come downstairs.  I settle myself in the living room chair. And there, I breathe. In. Out.  Watching the breath, turning my focus inward. Two?  Three? Ten minutes?  Each day is different.  I try not to judge, to forgive myself on the mornings when it's hard to quiet my mind.
morning meditation begin meditate quietly tell particular   winter morning dark come downstairs   settle living room chair breathe   watch breath turn focus inward   minute   day different   try judge forgive morning hard quiet mind