I sat zazen last night before going to bed. I feel good that I was able to sit. I was difficult though. My mind wanted to tell me all sorts of stories about myself. I just kept returning to my breath. When the mind chatter got too intense, I counted breaths.

I realized in last night’s sitting how important it is to get a good seat on the cushion. My lower back started to ache mid-way through my sitting and I had to readjust my seat. Not that it was a “bad” thing to do that, it’s just that I need to pay better attention to getting a good seat before the bell rings.