Feb 8, 2021
5 min read
My First Attempt at Becoming a Monk
And so it went…
The newspaper rustled in my small, eight-year-old hands. I was so enchanted by an article on how to meditate, I didn’t notice that my cousin had entered the room.
“What are you reading?” he asked, looking over my shoulder.
“Nothing,” I replied, snapping the paper closed. But it was too late.
