Mindfulness Journal: Notes on the Mind

My mind—an undisciplined animal running amok---brings me little comfort. I need to lose my mind. I need to be set loose from my mind. I need to realize that I am not my mind. Not my mind? Lose my mind? Or perhaps loosen my mind?

I feel sad that my mind has its way with me so much of the time. It roams freely—perhaps too freely---dragging me violently along, the way a child will pull a puppy down the sidewalk against its will.

Sitting for five or ten minutes at a time is enough to give me pause, to realize the wild untamed nature of my mind.

I need a retreat.