Nov 11, 2019
5 min read
Not One. Not Two. Not Not Two.
When Mummy meditates, too.
Sparky had begun meditating really to get away from Mummy and that part wasn’t working out so well.
Mummy would pop her head into the room to see if he wanted his tea yet or would vacuum the hallway, running the Hoover into his closed door several times before moving on to do the stairs. When he’d go to the zendo to sit, she’d stop by with…
