the goal of meditation is for there to be no border between daily life and the practice. 
walking with lulu i marveled at the awareness that she walks with the leash loose, pacing herself along with me, and i can hold the loop with one finger. until someone she loves greets her and she goes bonkers. to meditate in the moment lulu goes that would be something to marvel on. the sorrow and despair is also something to meditate on. sometimes it feels too grim to even bother waking up. i signed up for a thing called waking up. will let you know how it goes if you want to know.
i like it. like his voice and his words. it's all about breathing. the word has such resonance now. to not be able to breathe is unthinkable. but often i breathe shallowly, erratically, anxiously gasping, or almost not. you know the feeling of going under water and sitting still and not breathing? then bursting up to the surface for air and oxygen rushing through your body? we're lucky we can think about breathing, lucky someone is not crushing our windpipe. i've felt that too, with the chicken butcher in bucktown. also held my breath every time i passed the smell of wholesale death. there are untold reasons we can't breath, and all the reason in the world to breathe.
sam harris talks about how breathing meditation is deceptively simple and extraordinarily profound, almost impossible to exaggerate how deeply interesting and transformative the simple practice of paying close attention to your experience can become.
that's day one.