Meditation isn’t always about clearing your mind- sometimes it’s about being honest with yourself and your experiences By Kelsey Dickstein Introduction Sometimes it starts when you notice the racing thoughts have crept back in. Or suddenly you are aware that you feel just above or outside of your body, like you’re watching yourself instead of being yourself. Maybe you experience it like a fog of noise: the world keeps moving, people keep talking, but everything feels…off; too loud, hard to focus. When you’re on the road to recovery from panic, anxiety, or trauma-related disorders, moments like these can come out of nowhere- and it can feel daunting if you can’t figure out how to bring yourself back. Living with racing thoughts, or panic or anxiety disorders is no fun. Luckily, I have a simple, quick, and easy way to help get your feet down to the ground and your head back in the game. This practice helps return you to your body, your breath, and your surroundings, all wit...
Peaches Mostly, I am a sponge. A sack of bones, collected, sharply prodding, Held together by this spongy mass of muscle and tissue; Viscera. I am a breathing spore [sponge] Respirating [sponge] Growing [sponge] Absorbing Wet and crackling, I expand and contract. What will be my physical story, told? Multiply, grow Disease, decay Deceased, desist. Leaves Break down; First, The webbing between, Then the rest. “Time claims all.” And all become soil; Earth. And I see it in my veins In the patterned wrinkles of my skin That I am the same as [all of it] An avocado, A peach, A growth. A mass of veined, fleshy tissue. I, too. And like attracts like So I mush together; Teeth scrape p...