Thursday, 27 January 2011

Medatation.

If I've said it once I must have said it four times, all this meditation stuff ant what it's cracked up to be. Or may be it's simply I'm doing it wrong. A good friend of mine is the sort of chap who will happily out stare a goat at a hundred yards without so much as blinking. He can watch Walls for hours on end and leave filled with peace. Me, I leave with a desire to purchase a big tub of filler and set to work. Maybe I'm not cut out for mediation.

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