By Mary Sorrells Two days before I joined this meditation group, I wrote a self-diagnosis in my journal. I declared that I had...

When I sit in silence, sometimes I grasp my opposite wrist. I feel my bones nestled neatly under my skin. We're spiritual beings in bodies

I fell in love with poetry. There was one poem that was my favorite. I read it often. I knew it by heart. It popped up a lot in my life.

I struggled for years following meditation rules, trying to do it right so as to reap the benefit others found. But I feared inner monsters.

For loved ones always inhabit our spaces, inhabit our thoughts and inhabit our hearts