We Meditate Anywhere

Rachel and I will meditate anywhere around the prison dorm, but at any moment, a gaggle of women can come crowing and cawing, or a CO might come in and say they need the space.

We do our best to find a quieter spot away from where the ladies happen to be. When we find a spot, we sit in our usual position, backs straight, hands resting. TVs blare on different channels. Women shout out the windows to unseen men on other floors, or across the dorm to each other. The quiet makes us conspicuous, as most manage the noise by joining it. Sometimes, as they pass, they’ll ask what we’re doing.

Meditating.

“Oh, I should try that,” they say, and keep walking. Still, I feel their curiosity.