The other morning, there were three meditators and no one officially to guide us. I put the clock on the floor. When we were done, S. asked, “Shall we end with an om?” And the three of us
ahhooOOOOOOommmed.
It was the first time I’d ever sounded an om without an instructor. That felt pretty good—wild, and exciting.
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