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I was meditating in my back yard, listening to the symphony of cardinals, wrens, and doves, supported by the percussion of frogs and cicadas. I was lost in the pleasure of the sounds of nature and the beating of my own heart, when I heard, “Write about the retreat”. I don’t generally respond well to…
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I started seeing a therapist. At my second appointment, I talked to her about my fear of death and dying – the afterlife – God – hell – anxiety about every little physical twinge – my inner hypochondriac that tells me that the symptom I’m feeling will probably snowball into a terminal condition or drop…




