I woke up with a pounding headache and vowing not to spend this cold, dark April day ruminating. A cup of coffee helped subdue the pain in my head, and instead of doing 20 minutes of meditation practice, I went back to bed with a book and the dog.
Lying in bed I risk a peek inside my head and I am met with a crazed swirl of images, colours, forms, names of people, snippets of thought, plans, wishes, dialogue. In an effort to impose some order on this I decide to put it all into categories, and I immediately fall asleep!
With a nod to Goenka and my vipassana friends who tell me that concentrating on my breathing will cure my monkey mind maddness, I wake up and attempt to 'meditate'. It just doesn't happen, and furthermore I don't really care. I am satisfied that I can breath and feel no need to watch it. So that's it, I get up and head into my day doing things I like to do.