Nov 2, 2019
6 min read
A Mouthful of Cigarettes
Where is the miracle from quitting smoking?
The sun went down on my second full day as a non smoker. I crawled into bed, shivering, at 2 a.m. and lay my hands over my chest and crossed my feet. Tonal chants wove into my brain, and I settled under the covers for guided meditation.
I am supposed to ‘notice’ my breathing, so I drew in a long breath through the bottoms…
