On good days (and, yes, I do have a lot of good days) I am able to catch my liking/disliking mind and interrupt it. I've learned not to believe the stories I tell to myself, because so many of these stories only make me miserable.
But in the past few days I haven't been interrupting my stories with the quickness that I usually do. Luminosity has escaped me in the past half week or so.
I even yelled at my kindergarten class this week for the first time this year (we're two thirds through the academic year now), not that they didn't need some boundaries set.
Since Wednesday, only in deep meditation practice—meditation aimed at strengthening concentration—does my mind settle down enough to become clear and still and peaceful. Thinking itself falls away and a tranquil luminous consciousness glows. These have been the best moments of the day of late. When my days are full of strife and afflicted thinking, I relish and appreciate those islands of peace.
I'm hoping tomorrow's full moon will signal the flow of more tranquility in the week ahead.
"The Great Way is not difficult for those who have no preferences. When love and hate are both absent everything becomes clear and undisguised. Make the smallest distinction, however, and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart."