By Nyk Danu
As a rebel and activist, I had never considered meditation. That was hippie shit.
It was something people did in ashrams dressed in white. I was a questioner, an activist, ass-kicker and a heavy metal lover.
“Meditation? who the hell had time for that?” I was busy trying to change the world. I didn’t know anyone who meditated. My free time was mostly spent in tattoo shops and at gigs—not really the typical meditation crowd.
But when I came out of the Buddhist closet and became a yoga teacher, it became clear that meditation was part of the deal. So I took many beginner meditation classes in different styles until I found some that resonated with me. Now I practice a combo of Mindfulness and Zazen or Mantra depending on my needs at the time.
I love to ‘sit’ outside when it is warm but since I am Canadian I’m often sitting at home in my OM room which is a yoga/living room combo.
Photo: Nyk Danu
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