The Mindfulness Garden Walk (and the Chairs)

After an hour’s meditation, the group did they’re usual slow walk around the garden.

I was there, bringing up the rear.

Green plastic chairs occupied a space near the middle, positioned without pattern.

My preference was for rows.


Afflicted by the temptation to swear in church, this irrepressible urge transmogrified.

I wanted to pick up a chair,

And hurl it into the borders, decapitating flowerheads and causing damage to the shrubs.

And then another and another.


Instead, as I imagined the scene and the aftermath, shocked faces turned towards me,

I caught a breath in my chest,

And giggled quietly to myself as the scene replayed several times over in my mind.

Also, I felt relieved I hadn’t done it.

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