Spinning, I never cease to discover new ways of taking care of mind and body together. This time, rather than wishing away the loud music, I switched to making it the object of my sole attention. Being - or at least trying to be - one with the music, eyes closed, I got transported for a moment, to another place, another time. Bodh Gaya, and the roaring chant of monks by the Bodhi Tree.
Techno, chanting, same thing almost . . . An object of attention too compelling to be ignored. Hearing taking over and drowning all the other senses, thinking included. Purifying the mind, one beat at a time.
Until irruption of strong vedana from soothing music at the end of the class. Wishing for those moments to last. Knowing better than to cling too hard.