“How do you meditate?” I asked.
“You try to feel your breath and make every thought leave your head”, she said. You think nothing. That’s the hard part”.
I wanted to try, so she let me climb up next to her on the bed. I crossed my legs and placed my hands very gently, palms up, on my knees as she did. I touched my thumbs to my middle fingers like the fat Buddha in the park. I closed my eyes and thought, “Nothing, nothing, nothing”…
Laura M. Flynn, Swallow the ocean, a memoir.