a dear friend and i had a text conversation about my meditation time that went sideways:
me:i felt like i was in a strange church, trying to learn the hymns, figure out when to sit, stand, and genuflect; i'll get it in time
him: correct. and there is not right or correct way; but it's your church you're sitting in. you liturgy.
me: you speak my language; i'll go again tomorrow
him: and realize when the mind quiets, the man sitting in the center of that church might not look like ANYTHING you'd expect.
me: i'm comfortable with being uncomfortable.