“Sit comfortably” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday January 19, 2020
5:31pm
5 minutes
Sparrow’s Guide to Meditation
Sparrow

I lean towards the left and the right. I reach up and clasp my hands together over my head. I bend forward. There’s a snow storm in the forecast. There’s a boiled egg on the shelf in the fridge that’s been there for way to long. How long does it take for a cooked egg to go off? Is this something to Google? Something to text mother? Oh. Wait. Mother is dead. I only started meditating after the accident. I used to roll my eyes at people who meditated. Like yoga. Ridiculous. I guess the leaning to and fro is basically yoga. Who have I become? Mother is furrowing her brow, if she has one in heaven. That’s for sure. Goodness gracious. Is this meditating? Is this what it is? I squeeze my eyes shut. I remove my tongue from the roof of my mouth, like the teacher said to do, the one at the Zen Centre on East Broadway.

“I knew that sitting like that would bring me happiness.” By Sasha at the Intercontinental Yorkville

Friday January 12, 2018
11:02pm
5 minutes
How To Sit
Thich Nhat Hanh

I know that sitting would bring me something new, but I never let myself do it. Maybe it’s because I was taught to move, that moving equals productivity or something? Maybe it’s because when I sit, I feel. When I’m still, I have the space to know what I know, to trust my gut. So, I go from bed to the gym to the office to choir to drinks to bed. Bed to gym to office to yoga to bed. Bed to office to drinks to dinner to dancing to bed. You get the picture. And then, on a Sunday afternoon when my best friends cancels a hike, I sit. I sit. I sit. I close my eyes, just like the book says, and I pay attention to my breath going in and out. In and out.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for” by Sasha at her desk


Friday May 5, 2017
6:15pm
5 minutes
The Gate
Marie Howe


We met on a Wednesday. I remember that. Iron and Wine was playing. Melissa was having people over to celebrate her “retirement”. She wasn’t actually, she’d just changed careers. We all had, once or twice by then. You were wearing a red sweater and horn-rimmed glasses. Your hair was long. We talked about meditating before eating, the cheapest cities to live in, and when we would give up social media.

“this is the best place” by Sasha at her kitchen table


Wednesday February 4, 2015
10:39pm
5 minutes
castingworkbook.com

Today I met a ghost named Bob. He wasn’t anything that special. Just your average “Joe” ghost. He had a pretty bad combover, but, I’m not gonna get picky about stuff like that. I was meditating on the living room floor. I need to sit with my back against the wall because otherwise my back cramps. I was sitting there and then I just hear, “Hey.” And… It’s Bob. “What do you want?” I asked him, opening only one eye. I didn’t want him to get the idea that I cared for him to stick around or something. “Just looking for a place to nap. Got an extra bed?” “Nope!” I said, closing my eye. He sighed in quite a passive aggressive display. “I’m trying to meditate!” Bob laughed. “You’re doing terribly,” he said, sitting his bum down on the floor beside me. “I’m Bob,” he whispered. It was cool on my cheek, not like our breath. That’s the main difference, I guess. The temperature of the breath.

“No phone or internet” by Julia at Sambuca Grill


Thursday May 22, 2014 at Sambuca Grill
4:19pm
5 minutes
a woodgreen.org streetcar stop ad

stranded on a deserted island with the sounds of the water and the sounds of the sky just being open arround me. yeah i’m just breathing here asking the world to forgive me for being so damn stubborn. and i’m meditating incorrectly but yeah, you know, at least i’m trying. and i’m not really on a deserted island and there really isn’t any beautiful calming around me. i’m just locked in my house because dale decided to take my keys on account of the fact that his were “left” at game last night by an unnamed party, aka dale, aka TAKE SOME RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS AND JUST FUCKING SAY YOU LEFT THEM THERE BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCK-KNOB.
and now if i leave i have to worry about my stuff getting stolen because dale convinced me to live in this stupid part of town where things get robbed and windows get smashed. locked in. and the power is out. so i’m sitting around a shit ton of candles trying to find my own inner peace and trying not to listen to dale speaking to me in this state, saying, you know you really should be writing.