AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hate sex is still the best option.”
“And when he’s not around?”Ian asked.
I groaned. “Break things, not people?”
“No.” Ian pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did you learn to do from the group sessions?”
“If I’m going to be totally honest, I didn’t realize there would be a quiz, and I didn’t pay attention.”
Ian had to put a hand over his mouth to not laugh, and I felt like I was winning therapy.
“Let me get handouts.” Ian went to his desk in the corner and pulled some sheets out of a file. He handed one to each of us and kept one for himself. “Let’s go over the list and see what you think will work for you.”
“Do people really use that counting crap?” I couldn’t believe that was top of the list.
“It works for many people to dial back their anger in the moment. Why don’t you think it would work for you?” Ian sat poised with his pen to his legal pad like I was an experiment.
“I usually see red and snap. There is no time to count. It’s not even a voluntary choice half the time.”
Ian wrote something down. “I think the best course of action for you would be to work on lowering your overall stress level so you aren’t close to snapping because someone makes a comment. I am recommending yoga and meditation to replace group therapy. I will continue to see you, and I’m going to talk to a colleague to get more potential ideas you can implement on tour.”
“By recommend do you mean...” I asked.
“By recommend, I mean you’ll go, or I’m sure your program director and manager will decide to extend your stay.”
Which is how we found ourselves standing on the beach, in the sand, after lunch.
“I’m Kara, please take a mat and pick a spot in the shade and we’ll get started shortly,” a hippy chick said as we walked up. She wore a flowy skirt and so many crystals around her neck I didn’t know how she stayed upright. She wore big round glasses and looked like she could teach divination, which, maybe meditation was.
I took a mat and dragged Aspen to the back, making a face at the sand that got on my mat when I stepped on it. “Can’t they do this inside?”
“We are on an island. The views and sound of the ocean help you relax.”
“They could put on one of those soundtracks,” I brushed the tiny grains off my mat.
“Fresh air is good for you. It wouldn’t kill you to meditate every day.” Aspen looked more amused than he should.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He nodded vigorously.
Before I could reply, Kara spoke. “Welcome to Ocean front meditation. I’ll be your guide for the next hour...”
I turned towards Aspen. “An hour?”
“Yes?”
“What do you expect me to do for an hour?” I mouthed.
“Meditate.”
“I can’t sit still for an hour,” I said a little too loud, causing a few people to turn.
Aspen just laughed.
Kara asked us to close our eyes and to feel ourselves in our bodies.
This would be so much better on drugs.
