I am not a particularly patient person. My house is full of books that I may never get around to reading, but I keep buying new ones, because I'm just a wee bit compulsive about having new books and also because I'm not patient enough to let a book stay at the bookstore (or at until I need it. Meditation is also a daily struggle with my own impatience at the intransigence of my monkey mind. Wait for a slow unfolding of my deep relaxed self? Well, that would be okay, except for the … [Read more...]