A dozen or so people in a quiet room. Each on a roomy mat with a pillow and a blanket. An hour for oneself. Some are sitting; most lying. No watches. No cell phones. No music. Leaf shadows on one wall. Sun motes. Time takes on a different perspective. One person begins to stretch and hold, stretch and hold. A few others follow with their own movement. Two people adopt a cross-legged posture and close their eyes. Then I stop watching what others are doing and focus on what is going on with myself. Slowly stretching feels good. Yawning. Rolling gently this way and that. Wonder how much time has passed. Put the pillow under my head. What if I fall asleep. Watch the shadows of leaves moving on the wall. A gradual shift happens. Wonder how much time is left. Move again, this time to an inner rhythm. Find myself smiling. Then a sudden restlessness. A sudden wonder what would happen if I shouted into the silence. Which makes me smile more. And the body breathes itself for a satisfying moment of experience. "I wish I had thought of this," I think.
And then I wake up.