In my last blog post, I wrote about my bratty childhood and how meditation can transform one’s relationship with winning and losing. I’ve found that not only does meditation help me get over the losses faster, it teaches me how to learn from them. The following is a story that happened a couple months after I started meditating.

There’s a golfer that every other golfer dreads. This troubled soul has an insurmountable chasm between how good they think they should be and how good they actually are. That chasm is expressed with pouting, tantrums, cursing, and generally inexcusable behavior.

Until the age of sixteen, I was that golfer. 

Among my new friends in Barre, MA is Hops*, a lamb who lives at Carter & Stevens, a family farm that’s been operating for more than a century. Over the summer Hops and her brother Barley* shared with me a timeless message in a fresh and delightful way.