Room 218, Friday Morning
Gabrielle set some soft, instrumental music to play, lit some of the peppermint incense she'd picked up last week, and settled onto her bed cross-legged to attempt yet another meditation session. Overall she found the whole thing soothing and a beneficial experience, although she had yet to quiet her mind to the point of absolute stillness.
She kept trying, though -- she thought she was getting closer. It was just that every time she felt like she was right on the cusp of that stillness she'd feel a sudden chill like the icy mountain winds of the crucifixion vision, or the sensation of splintered wood digging into her skin, or see a flash of Xena's battered face looking over at her.
There had to be a way to get past that somehow. There had to -- she just didn't know how yet.
If at first you don't succeed -- well, she'd just try again.
[OOC: Apparently I decided this is an ongoing-establishy thing? Door cracked, post open, possible bouts of SP.]
She kept trying, though -- she thought she was getting closer. It was just that every time she felt like she was right on the cusp of that stillness she'd feel a sudden chill like the icy mountain winds of the crucifixion vision, or the sensation of splintered wood digging into her skin, or see a flash of Xena's battered face looking over at her.
There had to be a way to get past that somehow. There had to -- she just didn't know how yet.
If at first you don't succeed -- well, she'd just try again.
[OOC: Apparently I decided this is an ongoing-establishy thing? Door cracked, post open, possible bouts of SP.]