In my early 20s, I got into Eastern meditation. I read Autobiography of a Yogi and Be Here Now. I meditated with monks in caves in Italy, sitting on rock floors with no cushions under my bum and meditated for hours in the cold. I slept on the floor and renounced sex. And alcohol. I went for it. I was curious.
Was this my path to total growth and happiness and inner peace? The answer is a resounding NO.
I've spent the last 10 years studying the meticulous balance between a spiritual practice of ecstasy and embodiment and a spiritual practice of mindfulness and spirit.
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