Inside, there’s a knocking at the walls of my body that feels like a reminder. When I struggled to sit comfortably through long periods of meditation at a retreat last weekend, I tried to remember the other body with me who, at the same moment that my back and neck were pulsing fire, was lying in the most comfortable bed anyone can know in this world. The reality of the comfort inside me was in direct contrast to the pain outside, and it seemed odd that I could hold both at once.
Inside
Inside
Inside
Inside, there’s a knocking at the walls of my body that feels like a reminder. When I struggled to sit comfortably through long periods of meditation at a retreat last weekend, I tried to remember the other body with me who, at the same moment that my back and neck were pulsing fire, was lying in the most comfortable bed anyone can know in this world. The reality of the comfort inside me was in direct contrast to the pain outside, and it seemed odd that I could hold both at once.