When my “old brain” boxes me in and sets a trap,
triggered by old
habits, reacts
with anger, fear,
strengthened by existing views of the world, seeking
safety, drawing
on memory,
resisting change,
my “new brain” waits patiently until I find the
energy, will
to create space,
start the practice.
With thanks to Kay and Phil Davidson, mindfulness teachers
untangling the web 
October 2, 2014 at 10:59 am
Thank you, Betty, for this poem and especially for the phrase “until I find the energy, will to create space, start the practice.”
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