The Monk without a Ferrari

“Focus on your breath!”
The voice of the teacher, I called him the monk without a Ferrari, cut through the silence in the room.
I shifted my attention from the aching ankle to my itching nose.

“Focus on the breath as it comes in. Notice there is a brief pause. Now focus on the breath as it flows back out!”
The instructions were clear.
My mind was not.
I had left my wife, and son, a busy work schedule, hundreds of emails and bills for this ten-day meditation retreat.

I peeped at the others through half-closed eyes.
The hall was full of men in various shapes and sizes.
Most of them seemed to be in agony.

The instructor was looking at me, and I shut my eyes at once.
It was day one.
There were nine more days of breathing to go.
In all this peace and meditation, I was missing the chaos of my world!