Transcendental Meditation is a demanding companion. I started TM just a year ago because, outwardly, enough people told me I should; and inwardly, because I knew I needed something deep within to slow down the speed of my mind and the pace of my days, and even find some comfort and pleasure far inside myself. I did what we are told to do—going on what is like a dating app of its own (the Tinder or Bumble of people seeking inner companionship, I suppose) and that is merely to type in www.tm.org and immediately give my physical address and ZIP code (I suppose the one thing you don’t do on real dating apps) so I could be assigned a teacher. I met my teacher, Sarah, an understated, shy-mannered, blond woman who worked in a makeshift office in a neighboring town, and I promptly signed up and paid about $900 to fulfill a longing I knew very little about except that it existed.

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