Guided Meditations

Delivered in a fugue state, I can tell you very little about this meditation.

Way better than the pretentious kind.

Boiled, steamed, fried, sautéed, and baked in a mille-feuille crust.

Not really.

Happy enough* person.

It’ll be now when I tell you it’s now, goddammit!

Poor Loving Kindness was now all alone in the great forest, and she was so afraid that she just looked at all the leaves on the trees and did not know what to do. Then she began to run. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and wild animals jumped at her, but they…

A topic hardly suitable for a 30-minute guided meditation, and yet I stand undaunted.

Didn’t we do this already?

Where else is there to wander?