Stories from the Cushion
Stuck in traffic, I followed ten breaths while rain tapped the windows. My frustration softened into curiosity about the rhythm. By the time I arrived, peace traveled with me. Have you found a small sanctuary in a crowded place?
Stories from the Cushion
During loss, meditation did not erase pain; it gave pain a safe container. Each exhale said, “I’m here.” Peace felt like a steady friend, not a fix. If this resonates, share your practice for meeting tender emotions kindly.