It was always one of those things I heard about from my real hippie friends (yes, even more hippie than me) “yeah dude, I totally just nailed a 10 day silent meditation and it was freaking soooo coooool maaaan.” Then they would fill my head full of spiritual enlightenment mumbo jumbo and how they found their inner peace. To me it just seemed like 10 days of not having any one to nag at you for not doing the dishes or taking out the trash, whilst sitting crossed legged on the floor with your eyes closed. And that was as far as I ever thought about vipassana meditation.
Then many, many years later I stumbled down the yogic pathway, or to be honest it was more like being dragged down the pathway kicking and screaming by my lovely dearest wife. But nonetheless I gave it a try, and low and behold I liked it…. No, I loved it!
Then many, many years later I stumbled down the yogic pathway, or to be honest it was more like being dragged down the pathway kicking and screaming by my lovely dearest wife. But nonetheless I gave it a try, and low and behold I liked it…. No, I loved it!
