Recently I've reintroduced meditation into the morning routine, and notice that the cats notice instantly when I start, then sit with or on me, and the second I stop, jump down and stroll away,even if I'm still just sitting. No idea how they know, but they are tuned in.
They are naturals at not doing anything but let things pass before them, exactly as meditation aims to do and mine so rarely does.
My monkeymind, never stopping its headlong rush in all directions, gathers up all the hobbyhorses from the fields and leaps on now this one, now that one, and creates dialogs some funny, some indignant, all irrelevant.
What's that galloping by? horse? monkey?
I have to remember to let the ideas go on their way, not to follow up new art ideas, if they're good they'll come back, not to continue dialogs from decades ago, and resume the breathing and counting, and most of all not to judge whether a session has been "good" or not. It just is. That's the hardest thing of all for me to grasp.
It was a monkey riding on a horse..
All these animals milling around get in the way!