The Heart's Illumination: A Guide to Loving Yourself

Previously

…Then there was the cloud gazing. Agnes had suggested it could be a potent form of meditation. My Inner Critic was already sharpening its claws. “Clouds? You’re going to lie on the grass and stare at fluffy water vapor, hoping for enlightenment? You’ll get a crick in your neck and a lecture from a park ranger about loitering.” I found myself lying on a patch of suspiciously damp grass, squinting up at the sky. A cloud shaped vaguely like a startled badger drifted by. Then, a