Here we go again. I’m out to dinner and someone I’ve never met before has just found out I teach meditation. “That’s nice,” she says, “I tried that once but couldn’t do it. I was no good at it.” I’ve heard this before. A lot. Part of me is frustrated with this person in front of me, but I know it's not her fault. She doesn’t know I’ve heard this about a hundred times. She doesn’t know that what I’m about to say to her I’ve said about a hundred times before. “I expect you did it perfectly.” I

Sometimes when I meditate I can enjoy wonderful experiences of peace, energy, and joy. Sometimes my world feels like it’s slowing down, or I feel myself being able to get behind my busy mind and find a deeper side of my self. This is a place I’d like to inhabit twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. But, to be honest, most of the time meditation is work. It’s the process of doing the practice, getting distracted, and then doing the work. This morning was work. I was meditating and I just couldn’t seem to ‘click-in’ to