
photo by Allison Marie for glorybegin.com
If we really care about each other, and I know we deeply, deeply do, this needs to be said.
As much as we may groove with an enchanting romantic spell now and again, the ones that conceal our view of the absolute truth must in good faith be broken.
So as unromantic as that sounds . . . let’s just get about it, shall we?
Okay, here goes:
If you (or your friend / lover / yoga instructor with the sexy solar plexus chakra) think meditation is in any way supposed to be easily peaceful, that you will somehow be miraculously absorbed by an orgasmic explosion of light or mysteriously levitated above your living room ottoman. you have been fed a grave and serious amount of bullshit, my gorgeous love.
Quite possibly on multiple occasions.
Also quite possibly, incense or magic carpets or chickens or late night credit card payments or yoke-less eggs were involved.