I have admitted this before: I’m a meditation moron.
I swear I try. Thought, don’t land. Thought, don’t land. Keep on flying, thought. Keep on flying. I’m trying to meditate.
This goes on usually for the entire 15 minutes I have designated for prayer and meditation.
So, instead of fighting the thoughts, I have (with the advice of my therapist) decided to invite them. You want a piece of me, thought? Go ahead. Land. Make a fort. Build a nest. I don’t care.
And my meditation goes much better.