Chapter 7
Long, slow breath in. Long, slow breath out. Long, slow breath in.
I narrowed my focus to just the air filling her lungs like I was supposed to.
The air filling my lungs had an earthy smell to it. It was strong enough to be distracting.
I usually did this meditation outside, in the garden, but not when it was this cold. But even in full autumn with the leaves drifting down all around me, the air had not had such a thick smell of growing things and decomposing things to it.
The solarium was full of potted herbs and little plants. I think Mr. Trevor harvested some of them to use in his cooking. Usually, when I would sit at the table in the solarium to drink coffee and look at the morning paper, I didn't really notice the smell. Now, sitting on my meditation mat in the middle o
