I hurt my fingers yesterday all I could do was think keep them under the cold water and they will stop hurting in a bit, but it was hurting a lot and I had to hold my hand down and I never had a moment in which to meditate.

And the day before yesterday, Halfbeak died.  I didn't know, I was angry thinking someone had flown the coop and looking all round the garden.  But it was Halfbeak, it was the other chickens who pointed her out to me, she was in the coop run after all, under the little Jaboticaba tree.  The stuck egg thing had recurred and too painful, so for her she needed to go but we were sad, and again no time to meditate in burying her and looking after the suddenly way too little group of hens.

I simply couldn't imagine trying to reincorporate meditation into my life again.  A few deep breaths in the dentist's chair is as far as it goes for me too.  I might take a few deep breaths just for the pleasure of it at times also.  But when it comes to pain no, my body's probably already full of endorphins, my nerves are so steady.

I know there's the whole believing in Holy Name thing, but Holy Name is a breath meditation, any fakir can show it to you.