Smuggs Chronicle ’14: Interlude II: Meditation moment this morning
Tightness in my throat. Remembering Mrs. Zengo’s confused
disappointment. How hurt those brown eyes in that wrinkly forehead that creased with her frown. How sorry I felt—and unforgiven—until she realized I brought in an egg for another student’s recipe. I had overheard their conversation and mistakenly thought I needed to bring in that hard-boiled egg.
A voice crying to be heard? Or an endless criticism that can surely be silenced?
the choice to return to the next breath
glass of cold water
classical music and these
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