Though I haven’t written about it as much lately, my meditation practice continues each day, lending me stability when life forces shift and the world sways and rocks in ways we didn’t think we’d ever feel. Life is entirely different than what we knew just three years ago, and it feels especially harsh in the winter, which has only just begun.
And so I lend light to the long nights with candles, finding calm in the deep, slow breathing. The practice of meditation has survived for centuries. It has lasted throughout all the winters, all the summers. I’ve only just started to find my way into its effects. Sometimes it feels like magic. Sometimes it feels like nothing. Always, it feels like I’m connecting to something.
