Our Undoing is also our Becoming
The day I died, I decided not to meditate.
I sat there in the pink early morning light, coffee in hand, and wanted to just breathe and BE… letting every moment sit longingly on my tongue and be savored; not resisting the cool air on my toes, rather FEELING it… all of it… what it is to be human and fully alive.
Of course, I didn’t die that day. It was an experiment I gave myself as part of a year-long study into death… a topic that became instantly more relevant as a 21st Century pandemic shook our lives like an earthquake. No warning, no notice, just lives shattered at our feet.
Coping Skills: How to Deal with Anxiety, Depression & Overwhelm
My body is tense and uncomfortable, looking for distractions… Caffeine? Perfect! Sugar? Bring it on! Text messaging, videogames, Facebook? Even better. My mind is shifting, circling without landing anywhere… one thought to the next distracted thought. Conversations and people around me are like magnets, drawing my fickle attention. I feel like someone dropped a handful…
