A few years ago, a dear friend told me she wanted to start meditating. “Excellent!” I said, genuinely thrilled, knowing how a few quiet minutes can feel like someone pressed the reset button on your soul. “Yeah,” she said. “I just need to get a meditation pillow and then I’ll start.” Record scratch. Meditation doesn’t require a special pillow, artisanal incense, or a subscription to anyone’s $14.99-a-month app. It starts with intention and about thirty seconds of breathing. W

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