What can happen in meditation

The storms today were big. Sitting for just 12 minutes of meditation felt like eons. A baby started crying, the builders started their banging, I couldn't catch my breath. The storms inside were loud as I navigated through a wealth of ideas, of thoughts, of solutions, of things I had to do.

But my practice is to just sit, sit for those 12 minutes, whatever they bring, whatever tempting idea that comes to mind, whatever distraction arises. All I do is allow it all to unfold and organise itself whilst I sit, in whatever beauty, whatever angst, whatever storm arises.

That is my practice. And boy did I sigh when the bell went to say my meditation was over.