1. Sitting on your meditation cushion, you give yourself only one option: feeling good. As for the other stuff—more or less your life—you take the attitude that it’s somehow all behind you.
2. In any given session, the number of times your mind meets the now corresponds with the number of times your smart phone vibrates.
3. Your meditation is anxious. After all, it’s about time you were a better person.
4. Having decided that you are fine just as you were, you meditate like a zombie chillaxing.
5. You understand your discipline to be a solitary endeavor. As for joining in group meditation, you’d rather visit a bus station after midnight.
6. At the meditation center, you’re a stickler for decorum, nickname: “Miss Manners.” Troubled by your indecorus posture adjustments at home, your practice partner knows you by another nickname: “Scratch n’ Sniff.”
7. Relying on “intuition” to guide your meditation, the sessions are getting shorter and shorter.
8. You see your practice as communion—what you call “deep listening.” Concerned about your dwindling social skills, your partner wonders if the issue is hearing loss.
9. A mindfulness session MUST include ginger tea, your favorite sweatpants, and the mala blessed by a Lama whose name you can’t remember. Lacking any one of these, you are lost.
10. The less you actually meditate, the more you are moved to share your alleged insights in a blog post.
Dear fellow practitioner, I like to write what I know.
When meditation is our own private affair, we overlook interdependence and lose touch with the source of our inspiration. When our practice is only social, we have trouble resting with aloneness, the source of our insight.
How do we know when we are practicing well? What does it mean to be human? Maybe these are the same question.