So I was all ready to go. I told my husband that I was going to meditate. I had pillows against the wall for comfort and support. The smoke of my incense was coiling to the ceiling. I had my drum. I was in the zone. I felt my awareness fuzz and fade. I let the drum fall and started to focus more on my breath... Then I heard the scrape scrape scrape of a skateboarder who decided it was cool enough to practice some ollies nearby. Sighing, I came back into awareness and started to drum again. While I drummed I focused on the image of a triquetra, a symbol that has a lot of spiritual and personal significance to me. Again, I felt my awareness start to shift. I felt just about to fall somewhere when I heard my husband say my name.
I gave up. He didn't mean to be disruptive. I guess I had been in there for awhile and he wasn't sure if I was done. He says I should make a sign. I say he should make me a sign or just not bother me until I come out. I was grumpy for a bit but decided to let it go. Watched the first episode of an anime about high schoolers and zombies complete with horrifically humorous fan-service.
There's always tomorrow for more meditation!
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