I didn't experience any celestial perfumes indeed I couldn't smell anything. I wished I had kept my beragon and I would have wished for a blanket if i'd thought of it because there was a tendency to worry a bug might fly into my open mouth.
well, once is not enough I tried again. curled up on my sofa - no need for beragon, and not out in the open air. I persevered. I think I must have gone way beyond the 15 minutes. I stopped viewing the lack of ability to smell as an impediment but saw it as a door closing so the door to inner sniffing could open. I became accustomed to the closed nostrils, to such an extent I became reluctant to unclose them.
It was the first time I'd tried to meditate like I did as a premie - things have changed. It was a bit boring to keep trying like that so I tried meditating by approaching it afresh and it was a lot more fun, much better but I still didn't smell a thing.
not to worry I have taken up yoga now. A little group of older women with arthritis, all balancing better than me but it suits me fine, I thought the teacher was excellent. I am looking forward to next week, now I know it's going to happen I won't be too surprised to join in - the class finished with chanting Om. I think it's considered part of the workout, a stretch and bend for the voice. Perhaps it'll bring out the inner sniffer. .. or was that just a silly idea? a blanket maze sounds much more fun.
