I think it’s pretty telling that when I bought a Buddhist meditation book “Turning Your Mind Into an Ally,” by Sakyong Mipham, I thought it was “alley” for the first few weeks. Until I mentioned it to S. and she laughed and laughed. “Turning your mind into a dark, scary place,” she joked. Right.
But more than that, I can’t — for the life of me — read it straight through. Yesterday before yoga, I feasted on a bagel plate with salmon, tomatoes, capers and onions and a large latte at the bar counter at Tryst. And I picked up the book to read the chapter on “Boredom,” or how to focus your mind so you’re not restless. To just be.
Except I couldn’t focus enough to even read it. And a guy next to me said, “So how do you turn your mind into an ally?” And I said, “That’s a great question — if I could focus on it, maybe I’d find out.” And I wonder why I still — after two-and-a-half months — have a twitch in my left eyelid.