To my child,

the floor in my room is turning to mud. It's still raining and all I can do is listen and watch.

Rain is odd. It just keeps falling endlessly sometimes and at other times the clouds disappear after an afternoon of drizzling.

I'm supposed to be meditating, but I realised I don't understand how to do that. Sitting there and breathing slowly, yes, I can do that. But how do you sink into your mind and free yourself from all thoughts?

I suppose when - or if - you read this you'll shake your head about me. Or maybe you'll laugh because I'm so clueless?

You will probably learn how to meditate before you learn how to write your name if you really do grow up as her son.

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In love,

your mother