I Almost Strangled a Fellow Meditator
Gaining Mastery Over Your Stories Is No Less Than Mastering Your Life
I came within a hair’s breadth of strangling a meditator.
My fellow retreatant was sitting about sixteen inches to my right. He’d been right there for the last seven days. I could have picked him out of a line-up by the sound of his breathing, though I’d hardly seen his face. And that sound was becoming unbearable.
We’d been sitti…
