Month: December 2018

I’m Going to Pavlov Dog the Crap Out of this Meditation Stuff

When I saw MEDITATION on the daily schedule at my writers’ retreat my first thought was: that hippy crap will never work for me. My brain runs one-million miles per hour with no exit ramps or stop signs. There is no way in hell I’d be able to sit and chant “ohm” for an hour a day without obsessing about how stupid ohm-ing was.  Luckily my judgy-brain continued down the one-billion mile per hour trail and flew by a reminder …

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