Meditation is bullshit.
That’s my conclusion after twenty minutes cross-legged on a yoga mat under the back deck trying to “find inner peace” while living in a house full of men who look like they were genetically engineered in a female s*x fantasy lab.
River had suggested it very calmly over breakfast after I admitted my brain felt “itchy.”
Which, in hindsight, was probably not medically useful terminology.
But he’d tilted his head in that quiet, watchful way he has and said, Your mind needs as much care as your body.
Cryptic forest man nonsense.
The forest behind the compound sounds different in the mornings. The type of alive that makes people nervous.
Branches creak softly overhead while sunlight spills through the trees in warm gold ribbons, birds arguing somewhere high above t
