COLUMNIST OF THE YEAR
I’VE REDISCOVERED this powerful wellness practice. I used to do it religiously, fell out of the habit in Covid, didn’t pick it up again for years and years until last week, when – no word of a lie – after 48 brief hours, it had cured every last thing that ailed me. My sleep became deep, long, untroubled; my digestion: impeccable. My skin glowed, my hair shone; grudges, long-brewed senses of injustice and intrusive thoughts vanished like smoke. So did my sinus gripes, and the cycling sporadic twinges in my neck, lower left back, right ankle. And that bone-deep fatigue? The one that isn’t just in your brain, or your body, but somehow, your soul; the one which never, ever relents? It relented.
What is it,…
