Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I sat cross-legged on the floor, my breath slow and even, as I prepared for my meditation. The notice lay face down next to me.

I inhaled, and imagined the light entering me. The feeling of calm was almost overwhelming. I imagined my body as a peaceful lake. The surface was still, smooth, and undisturbed. I envisioned the swirling clouds of anxiety as they vanished within the depth.

After the meditation, I rose slowly, the world seemingly more vibrant. The thought of moving, the stress of it all, felt distant, like a dream. I simply began to make the bed.