Why can I not get on my mat these days?

It seems that ngondro first thing in the morning is one straw too many for this poor old camel. So I’ve dropped it from my early-morning practice. It’s now relegated it to the cracks between the paving stones – the interstices in my day – where actually it’s flourishing pretty well, because its new situation better reflects my real priorities: moving practices first. It also does away with that little lurch that I experience in the instant transition from a Tibetan Buddhist practice to an Indian yogic one, though I suppose the lurch is still there implicitly. The fundamental disjunction, if it is a disjunction – Buddhism / vedanta – still exists. But that’s another trajectory and I won’t take off on it now.

Pat, just like that: a solution. Not really. Human nature is more complex. I don’t for one moment think I’ve cracked it, that next week – tomorrow even – the bucket will still hold water. Nevertheless, it has some value in its moment.