The cranky meditator

Some mornings, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering and I am ... really cranky. I sit in meditation and breathe, slowly in out cranky. 20 minutes of cranky. I do not wish to leave my self imposed cranky chrysalis; I am alone in my mood. My understanding tells me cranky is just as fleeting an emotion as joy or hurt or compassion. My Western mind tries to analyze the emotion: what is why is how is when is? we know who is (cranky). My training says be in the moment, but today it is difficult to be grouching towards enlightenment. Today the cat who usually meditates with me is missing. No fool he. I arise from meditation and see the baby spiders have created a haunted house effect. I am charmed by the preview of a Halloween yet to come and am no longer cranky.