Sometimes I get a little wacky in my psychotherapy office. Occasionally, I ask patients to imagine a big garlic pickle on my couch. “What do you want help with?” I ask the pickle. “Well, doc,” it says, “everyone tells me I smell and taste like garlic all the time, and it’s just getting unbearable!” So I ask the pickle, “Uh, well, do you suppose your problem has anything to do with the fact that you are always floating in a garlic-flavored brine?” We are all constantly soaking

The nested meditation below came to me a couple of weeks ago as I walked along Swan Creek. Something about the fascination of seeing my breath on that cold winter day sparked the piece. I am. I am implanted in the earth. I am implanted in the earth like an embryo in a womb. I am implanted in the earth like an embryo in a womb-- this breath… and this breath… and this breath my cord. I am implanted in the earth like an embryo in a womb-- this breath… and this breath… and this b