The story inspired me greatly and took me on my own path
of spiritual explorations. First, I began collecting and reading
all the books on yoga and meditation I could find. Often, I
didn’t understand their deeper meaning, but I enjoyed the
process and the occasional Sanskrit words, like nirvana or
kundalini. I knew, I wanted to perfect the practice of
meditation, but when I tried to meditate, I felt restless and
uncomfortable. My mind wondered and worried incessantly. By
the age of twenty, my enthusiasm had run out and my
attempts to meditate had come to a halt, until one day, many
years later, my relationship with the meditation practice
changed, and my enthusiasm was reignited once again.
Part 2. Experience.
I was in my 30’s, living in a new city, in a foreign country,
striving to find myself in this new life. One day I typed
“meditation, Seattle” into a search engine. The net generously
offered me a number of choices. I picked one place and wrote
down the address. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was
ready for an adventure.
I arrived at the door of a meditation center some days later,
in time for a session, or satsang. A well-dressed woman let me