It started with a meditation

Quietly pleased I was still able to sit cross legged on the floor, I lit the candle in front of the mirrored wardrobe door. Trying my best to ignore how much my hair needed cutting, I started to breathe more deeply and turn down the volume in my head. As my gaze softened, my mind slowly and begrudgingly moved to the back seat, thoughts started to slow and my mind’s eye began to see. My skin tone darkened, my height lowered, a flash of orange fabric orbed atop my head. The enormity of what was being shown to me didn’t register in my consciousness.

It felt okay, I wasn’t worried, I just sat there gazing at a blurry image of someone else, a stranger, a….monk? A monk. So I sat there, observing him, acknowledging him, and for a short while, time stood still.