When I wake in the mornings, usually just before 6.00am, the house is always quiet. It’s always quiet when I go to bed as well. So these past few mornings and evenings I’ve been trying to practice the ‘mindful breathing’ exercises of meditation. Your know, where you clear your mind and focus on nothing but your breathing.

I get off to a good start. I concentrate on my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. But, pretty soon, I start to think about how I’ll write about this activity. So I refocus and concentrate on my breathing again. And then a car goes past and I wonder who’s in it and where they’re going at this time of day. I refocus again until I realise that the room is cold and yet I’m feeling rather warm. I refocus. And so it goes on.

It is so easy to get distracted. The secret is to accept the distractions; it’s just one of those things and there’s no need to feel guilty about it.