Edie on couch, not meditating, but actively trying to avoid acknowledging me.
On a list of life goals I have tucked away in a cigar box I have written “meditation.”
Yesterday I tried Tap In for a collective session to meditate together, remotely through an app. An app that was curiously devoid of any cruft aside from the number of participants and a clear voice and live backing music.
Ten minutes went by quickly, focusing on breath and connection to self and to the ground. It was lovely. I felt a tiny bit lighter when it was complete.
I could get into this.