I met someone on a train last summer who told me they meditated for an hour every day, and if they ever missed a day they would carry over the time to the next. “What do you do when you hit twenty-four hours?” I asked. They said: “Then I go on retreat.”
I can trace my current practice back to that brief encounter and conversation, which lasted the time it took to get to Sacramento from somewhere in Utah. I realized that the times I had tried meditating I’d enjoyed it, actually, and I started doing it regularly later that summer. Now try to sit for half an hour every morning.
This weekend I went on a training retreat, my first in the curriculum offered by my meditation center in the city. We listened to talks, alternated between sitting for and walking meditation and yoga, had one-on-one interviews about our practice with the training leaders. It’s the most meditation I’ve done in one weekend.
It doesn’t feel quite right to sit and stare at a computer screen after sitting so long and staring at the floor, but daily life can’t be ignored; it is what the meditation prepares me for. And daily practice is a chance to take the new forms I have been given and fill them out. It is also regular maintenance, to keep uncovered what was found.