When I was seven or eight, I wandered down to my dad’s study in the basement and found him sitting near a candle on a floor pillow. The room was dim, his eyes were closed, his posture upright.
He heard me stirring like a little mouse and opened his eyes. Seeing my curiosity, he invited me to come sit with him. That was it—I was hooked. From that moment on, we’ve been on parallel journeys with meditation.
Fast forward to my life in Raleigh today, and it seems like we’re more disconnected than ever. The pandemic emptied our streets and quieted our neighborhoods, yet our minds still struggle to slow down…