“The Wayward Wind”- My most miserable meditation is guided by metals grinding, screeching along the tracks for hours on end. Rocking, jolting, both stationary and in constant movement. Riding trains can be like a feverish dream as you’re carried through landscapes not touched by roads, fading in and out of time through forfeiting your power to start and stop. It’s a lesson in need, a taming of restlessness, an opportunity to sit and notice for days on end. In these moments I’m reminded of the meaninglessness of everything, and filled to the brim with the love of the present. Through this kind of travel, you find yourself wayward, in transit and wonder.