Anxiety’s grip is always waiting to take me,
It sits in my stomach, I fear it’s starting to shape me
It’s hard to live when you’re scared to die….
Cause nothing heals misery’s fist,
No witch’s pill, no lover’s kiss.
If life is easy then what is this?
“Soapy Water” by Wolf Alice
I’ve been trying to get back into daily meditation to quell my anxious thoughts, which have been in overdrive lately. Part of my meditation practice is chanting a mantra, for which I use this string of 108 beads, or japamala, to keep track of my recitations (108 being a sacred number in Hinduism and Buddhism).