At the end of yoga class last night, in the bit they call meditation but I like to call nap time, we lay on the floor focussing on our breathing and letting thoughts drift through our minds. The instructor talked in her quiet, calming voice. She said that sometimes meditation can bring up strong emotions and memories and from the past.
Somehow that got my brain ticking over. Like how funny it would be if I started writhing around the floor like Linda Blair in The Exorcist (minus the head spinning and pea soup cos that’d be hard to pull off), shouting all manner of gibberish.
Of course I didn’t do it, but how funny would that have been?