For me, meditation is usually prefaced by a supreme amount of arm waving. Kabbalistic Cross, Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, Middle Pillar, stretches, invocations, banishings, stars, triangles, squares. There's a surprising amount of preparation that usually goes into sitting.
Today, I was tired. I've been tired since 'close the gap' during Advent.
So today, I lit the candles, set the timer for 15 minutes, and just sat.
I didn't do centering prayer. I had no word, no center to return to.
I didn't do guided meditation. I had no theme for my sitting.
There was no chanting, no framing, nothing.
It was surprisingly successful. My mind wandered to this and that, but at the end of it, I was less tired. At the end of it, I wasn't mourning quite as much.
I'm mourning because my dog Jes died on Valentine's day. She was my meditation buddy. Every morning, she'd come, and sit in my lap after I had done my arm waving. I'd pet her a few times, she'd lick my face and wiggle around for a while, then she'd go jump on the bed and sleep next to Paddy while I had my sit, guided meditation, etc.
I felt the lack of that today. And I let myself feel it, and let my mind wander, and let myself just sink into being. I wasn't trying to control it, or guide it, or even analyze it. It just was.
That doesn't happen to me often. I generally live in my head. For most of that 15 minutes, I lived in my gut, in my core.
Do the Work. Even if you're not feeling it. Even if the Work, is just sitting.