Before the sit, I ask: can a breath stay a breath when the mind wants a score?
The cushion is not a courtroom. The inhale does not file a report. The exhale does not collect a medal. When attention settles, the mind may whisper, “Now you are doing it well.” That can sound kind, but it can also turn the cushion into a stage.
In shikantaza, just sitting, we let the body be upright, the breath be itself, and the mind be what it is. No trophy, no tally, no neat little mark for being present. If restlessness comes, we do not chase it away. If calm appears, we do not pin it under glass. We simply return to the door of the body.
How do you keep the practice warm without turning each sit into evidence? What small cue helps you stay with the breath, not the story about the breath?