Like little children peeking their eyes from behind small hands, the thoughts come up and hold my attention. That's when I realize I'm in the middle of meditation. "Why am I doing this?" I ask, and the simple answer comes just as easily as those thoughts that love to bounce inside my head. I love meditating, but I didn't always. A daydream hijacks my mind, and I remember what life was like before I started to meditate. My life was scattered, confusing and misdirected. It was a clear … [Read more...]
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