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.