I
think they initially believed it was a mystical practice for the spiritually
initiated. Did I have to roll up my one
trouser leg and levitate over the coffee table?
Had I attended a secret club hosted by Yoda and the Dalai Lama? The answer, of course, was no…I just sat
still for a couple of minutes and listened to my breathing. No secret club. No initiation.
I
knew then that I wanted to show people how easy it was to meditate.
In
2013, I published a simple pocket guide. Meditation: A beginner’s guide.
Here
is an excerpt:
If
you don’t know a chakra from a chorizo, prefer a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes over
walking barefoot on dew-covered grass, and the only labyrinth you’ve heard of
was a 2006 Del Toro film, then you’ve come to the right place.
