Ah, meditation. Such a loaded word for some of us. I called it the ‘”foo-foo” stuff my therapist feeds me, that my primary tried to get me to think about and even my Rabbi.
I didn’t understand how you could not think and think at the same time. How to slow down my “crazy” mind, my temper and motormouth life.
Now, I can meditate in the dentist’s chair on a really good day. I have given myself permission to change how I react through practice and a deep desire to be a better person.Read more on themighty.com