finding comfort

Monday night, at Spirit Rock, I was trying to meditate for the first 35 minutes of silent meditation and felt like I was failing miserably.

I was wondering, to myself (when I was supposed to be focusing on my breath), how the hell I was going to make it through 7 nights of this?

My back hurt, my head itched, all I could hear was the guy next to me snoring, at least that is what it sounded like.

Then Jack gave his talk and we had a few more minutes of silent meditation.

I closed my eyes and the tears began to flow... freedom, safety, comfort... how had sitting in silence for two hours become comfort??

I don't know but it did...