There’s knock on the door and in steps a totally sweet-faced African boy, no more than four years old, proffering a paper plate to one of the beauties sat resting against the bare wall.
“Mummy, I made a cookie.”
As far as interruptions of a meditation class goes, this one’s by far the sweetest. But then this isn’t a ‘usual’ meditation group.
We’re in a makeshift meditation space created in one of five small rooms off a soulless North London high street. Some 45 mothers and children are chatting and playing right outside. Most of our small group has never meditated before.
And yet we’re here, open-minded, trusting, healing because WGIRLS London accepted my offer of supporting inner beauty on their recent Pamper Day for the women of Solace Women’s Aid.
Read the full post here.
“Mummy, I made a cookie.”
As far as interruptions of a meditation class goes, this one’s by far the sweetest. But then this isn’t a ‘usual’ meditation group.
We’re in a makeshift meditation space created in one of five small rooms off a soulless North London high street. Some 45 mothers and children are chatting and playing right outside. Most of our small group has never meditated before.
And yet we’re here, open-minded, trusting, healing because WGIRLS London accepted my offer of supporting inner beauty on their recent Pamper Day for the women of Solace Women’s Aid.
Read the full post here.