Ten minutes before the day gets hold of you. That is the whole idea — no technique, no agenda, just sitting quietly while the kettle boils or the light comes up. Philip writes about it as something closer to pausing than to meditating. You are not trying to achieve anything. You are just there first, before everything else arrives.
What I find interesting is how different it looks for different people. For some it is stillness and silence. For others it is a slow cup of tea and a window. Some people write a line or two. Some just breathe.
So I am curious what yours actually looks like, in practice — not the ideal version, but the real one.
And what happens on the days you skip it? Does the day feel different, or is that just a story we tell ourselves afterwards?
If something gets in the way regularly, I would like to hear that too. The obstacles are often more revealing than the practice itself.