There is a new participant at the yoga class. Afterwards we drink tea and she asks: “Are you really completely out of thoughts during that final relaxation?” I say I think often enough about what I’m going to eat one day, or what I’m going to do next. The new woman next to me seems relieved. “I thought I was the only one,” she says. But two people in the corner widen their eyes in shock. How dare we? One says: “Well, I am really only in my body, you know.” The other: “Yes, I think so too.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of February 15, 2023
