There's a moment almost every meditator with an established practice knows well: the period of interruption. Weeks, sometimes months, in which formal practice disappears. Not through deliberate choice, but through the accumulation of urgent demands, life changes, or simply because the inertia of not practicing becomes stronger than the inertia of practicing.
Returning after that period has a particular texture. It isn't like starting from zero — the body and mind remember — but it isn't as if nothing happened, either. And often something appears that complicates the reunion: comparing yourself to what you were once capable of.
