A lot of people think meditation is intimidating. So I thought I’d share a reality check: my own experience this week. Hint: I did not fit in the picture above.
One of the first silent meditations I went to was in a Buddhist community in Baton Rouge. It was 30 aching minutes, and I remember every ten minutes, the monk leading would ring a gong, or deep singing bowl or something, and say in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic way “Breathing in. Breathing out. This is how you meditate.” Read more