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As I focused on my breath, I felt a sense of grounding and inner peace gradually enveloping me. Elara explained that meditation was a practice of training the mind to observe thoughts without attachment or judgment. She compared the mind to a vast ocean, where thoughts and emotions were like waves that could disturb its calm surface. Through meditation, warriors could develop the ability to observe these thoughts and emotions without being swept away by them, fostering a sense of clarity and equanimity.

Their death is on me and I must live with it. My hand goes to my belly. I've never been a mother. For the strangest reason, I'm not terrified. The principles of war work for raising a child too. You plan, do the best you can, and pray. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. It's time to grow up. *** During meditation, before the meeting begins, I look inside myself. Ms. Beast is restless. I search for Nova and see the shadow. It's disconcerting that I can't clearly make out Nova's form. The knowledge must be in my grandmother's journal. I need answers.

It had been long since I meditated and at this moment, it felt as if I had been very thirsty and I was getting the very much needed glass of cool water. I take in greedily as much energy and air as I can from nature and you have seen a more generous thing than nature. It gives and gives without ever asking anything in return. I continued meditating and after several well needed minutes, I couldn't tell how long it had been, I heard footsteps from far and I let myself breathe in and out and smiled.

I knew I was mumbling out something but I didn't know what it was I was saying. I shut my eyes, I just wanted all of it to be over, I didn't want to see anything, if I could concentrate on something that made me happy then I wouldn't feel anything, I wouldn't be here mentally...I guess this is why people meditate, to be able to transport their mind elsewhere whenever they want to. Happy place, how hard can it be right? But my happy place hurts me a lot, it hurts to even think of what will happen to us in the end.

Her quill hovered above the page, ink shimmering in the candlelight. She wrote slowly, deliberately: “Peace is not the end of the story. It is only the silence before the next storm.” Matteo entered quietly behind her, draping his coat over her shoulders. “You’re still awake.” “I can’t sleep,” she admitted. “Every time I close my eyes, I hear the sea.” “The sea has always spoken to us,” Matteo said gently. “It’s how the blood remembers.” She turned to him. “Then maybe we were never meant to forget.”

My mind was consumed by the mystery of his presence in my imagination. Unable to find rest, I decided to browse on my phone until fatigue overcame me. While scrolling, a quote captured my attention: “You can live your whole life not realizing that what you’re looking for is right in front of you.” I couldn't look away from the screen as I absorbed those words. It felt as if the moon goddess herself was speaking directly to me through this simple message. Suddenly, everything seemed to fall into place, and I sensed that I had found answers to my innermost questions.

Yet as I stood there, given my state of mind, I could not think of anything else but just the though of flying. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze and the warmth of the sun beneath my face. It was relaxing. I wanted to feel that peace forever. I didn't know how long I was standing still. I just wanted to feel the most alive for the last time, savor every bits of earth until I finally say goodbye. There was my favorite quote from Girl Interrupted, it says, "When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But, seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous."

Leaving me here again with nothing but my thoughts. I lay on my bed I do not know how many days I have been down here for with no lights and the same song playing loudly over and over again. Nothing I do can’t drown out the sound. I’m thirsty, hungry and have little to no energy the only thing I can do is lay here. I decide to try to meditate to block out the sound to keep me some what grounded. As I’m in a deep state of meditation I hear a voice I must be on the brink of insanity. “My dear child do not give up yet I will not let you suffer with out a cost” I feel like I’m in a black void “hello who said that have I gone crazy” the woman giggles yet it feels warm and gentle the least bit tau

The next couple of days follow the same routine. I’m left alone through most of it. Outside of Willow, no one speaks to me. I continue to try meditation with little luck, and balance seems impossible. Willow seems patient, but I’m sure she is growing frustrated. During our lessons, Willow often reminds me to clear my mind. It sounds so easy, yet my mind is never clear. On the seventh day, I sit under the oak tree trying to meditate when I hear a familiar voice, “Hello little dove.”

After a moment, Henry broke the silence and uttered these words, “imagine everything around you and try to reach out to them in your mind,” he uttered. Nicole chuckled a bit and opened her eyes, “first, your meditation is not working and second, how the hell do you want me to reach out to them.” Nicole said to him, she was now laughing a little.