Meditating in yoga my memory cuts through the shallow recent into the deeper past. When I deny my mind its easy present bias, still it wants something to hold, and is not satisfied with just a simple focus on the breath.

So it reaches deeper and wider, dodging the defenses that protect my meditation and pulling memories from my childhood which I didn’t even know I still had, memories which are much more poignant and effective at breaking my concentration and occupying my thought.