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My meditation practice has taken a bit of a turn lately. Specifically, the moments immediately after finishing a session.
To begin with, if you were to watch me, everything would appear normal enough. You’d see me open my eyes, re-centre myself in the room, take a few slow deep breaths, nothing out of the ordinary, but from there, it would quickly become obvious that something wasn’t right.
The first sign would be the wincing. The way I tentatively use my arms to shift my weight over to one side, the fact that I can’t help but grit my teeth as wave after wave of pain begins to radiate up from my legs. You’d see me take a minute or so to struggle to all-fours and watch me begin the slow, unpleasant process of freeing my ankles from the awkward, twisted position they were stuck in.
For those of you haven’t meditated before, I feel the need to point out that this isn’t typical. The reason why I’m in this sorry state is that I’m ludicrously inflexible, and I want to see how much flexibility I can regain if I sit cross-legged every day during my daily meditation.
You see, for years I’ve tried to stretch regularly enough that I could regain this fairly unspectacular range of motion, but my lack of consistency has meant that I haven’t made much progress. So around a week ago I decided that if I incorporated it into my…
