I walked into the library at Gaia House, 1 week into a 3-week meditation retreat.
The library was my favourite place, holding thousands of books and looking out across the garden. I’d spent many happy hours here, curled up on a chair next to the 30-foot windows.
This time, I was pissed off. I was here for my weekly teacher interview. I’d struggled to maintain mindfulness throughout the day, trying this technique and that, and getting frustrated with the other jobs I had to do.