The text from this one comes verbatim from Chad’s remembering of a woman talking at a recent mindfulness workshop – it was too beautiful not to make into something, and so here it is. The words are the stars, I just draw them.

This comic is only partly true. It’s true up to the first panel, and then I extrapolated from there because it seems like something that’s bound to happen eventually, and this way I have the power.

Going with some awkward honesty for today’s comic. Let’s face it, meditation is hard and we think of stupid things while we do it. I hold up my hands, open, facing toward you.