Remembering the static

When I was little, I was obsessed with collecting crystals and I was also drawn to meditation.  I remember my favorite meditation was to imagine putting all of my worries into a hot air balloon and blowing it up and away with my breathing.  I would do it every night.  Even then, anxiety was a... Continue Reading →

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