Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Might As Well

 Katie lying down on the grass with her eyes closed while I grab my phone. “If you hear some bells, don’t worry about it,” I tell her.

“You going to meditate?” she asks, without opening her eyes.

“Might as well,” I reply, as the birds continue to sing, and some kids play up on the hill, and the earth remains solid and supporting us, and the sun beams gently down, and I take a breath, then another, then another.

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