The beginner’s guide to meditation usually goes as such: “Breathe deep and just empty your mind.” Just. Just. Really, to be able to tune out all the engines and agendas and electrical static that surround us in the city takes some zen-master-level-140-type-shit. And for those of us who aren’t quite there yet, there’s still a way to completely eliminate distraction and lay in a pool of pure embodied mind: Float.
“Lay for an hour in 1000 lbs of Epsom salted water”, they said. “Close yourself in a tank, in pitch black, for an hour”, they said. “This sounds like a recipe for a panic attack!” I said. And I did it anyway, because apparently I just listen to people and trust them when they look like legitimate decent human beings. But guess what? Turns out floating is the real deal-bees knees and I’m HOOKED. Here is why….