As far fetched as this may seems, last night in the wee hours of darkness, while I was deep in meditation, a mouse crawled from the floor up my shawl.
I only felt it when its claws dug into my biceps.*
Shocked and frightened, I violently shrugged my shoulders, hurling the creature. I next heard a light thud and its tiny claws scratchy against the wood floor.
I assumed it was startled too and scurried away.
Deep in meditation… as quiet as a mouse!
*I am presently staying with friends in their Amsterdam flat, and they are having a mouse “problem.”
The Every Day Yogi 