About a year ago, I found myself
laid flat on my back on the dusty wooden floors of a Pem East dorm room while
by best friend and current roommate quietly directed me to envision a vast lake
pooled in the center of my stomach. She asked me to “feel” myself there, to
“go” there, to “be” there, there in the center of my stomach staring into my
own reflection, originating form there. At this point I remember bursting into
hysterical peals of laugher at the tingling, ticklish sensation I got from
trying to “be” there in my stomach, an idea which my head just couldn’t seem to
wrap itself around. In retrospect, the observation that I just couldn’t get my