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Martha inhaled deeply, held it momentarily then exhaled slowly.
She repeated this twice before settling into practice. It was a warm evening with low humidity so she took the opportunity to meditate on the back deck while the mosquitoes were preoccupied.
The sun warmed Martha’s face; eased her frown lines, and smoothed her crow’s feet. The cushion beneath cupped her bottom with ease which promoted a relaxed attentiveness.
Bird evensong and faraway car sounds floated by for her consideration but she paid them no mind.
For thirty minutes, Martha simply was. Nowhere to go. No-one to be. Nothing to do.