“Jorge!” I bellowed from downstairs. “The dog is vomiting in my mindfulness!”
In preparation for my all-day silent meditation retreat, I’d set out a bunch of pillows and my yoga mat in one corner of the living room, decorated the low coffee table with beeswax candles and a big bouquet of garden flowers, and turned the lights …
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