Afterwards, i walked into my mudroom and looked at the cyclamen on the windowsill. Some like it cold--cyclamen, for instance. In London, in January, you can find windowboxes filled with blooming cyclamen, and maybe a bit of 30 degree snow.
What's your inner climate when you sit down to meditate?
Really, we are just watching weather patterns blow through our mind. The scorching heat of anger. The chill of rebuff. The rains of grief or sadness. The tornado of too much change happening too fast.
We don't need to have an opinion (or a judgment) about any of these weather patterns of emotions. Just watch them come and go.
As they say here in New England, "You don't like the weather? Wait 5 minutes. It'll change."
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