Messages from my old garage

A Hit of Hope

I’ve started meditating in my old garage. It’s a weird space. I’m pretty sure there is a rabbit warren under the stack of old gym floor boards stacked up against the east wall. I can see where they’ve dug in the dirt: a way into their nest, a way out in case of danger.

Today, this old and broken brick joined me during my meditation. It will be my mantra …