
Ritual
It’s been almost three years since I last lined up at an athletic start line. A lot has happened since then, perhaps most of all internally. Unsurprisingly, there are different movement patterns appearing this time around. On the morning of race-day while sitting in meditation, I notice that the mind is generating more noise than what I discern on most mornings. Discord reverberates through the body as anxiety. Like a tap on the shoulder, a question arises; “Who, or what, was there before the mind’s gesticulations?” By turning attention towards the underlying, or real, nature of experience—that which is independent