When you think of meditation, what kind of image comes to mind?
Hippies, ashrams, monks and swami’s?

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As a rebel and activist, I had never considered Meditation. That was hippie shit, something people did dressed in white in ashrams. I was a questioner, activist, ass kicker, and heavy metal lover. Meditation, who the hell had time for that?
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.
I had been attending Yoga classes, but it was purely physical to me at that point. I was clueless about the more mindful, inner aspects of Yoga. It just made me feel good.
When I started Yoga teacher training, I was introduced to Meditation. In my teacher training I had learned that the whole point of the physical poses was to create a body that was able to sit in meditation like meditation was the whole point so I was starting to feel like a hypocrite.
So I started looking into meditation classes at local temples.

I naively thought that Meditation would be easy. I’d just sit cross-legged, put my fingers in some fancy ass mudra, and Bam enlightenment, right?
Reality check! I couldn’t sit still, my mind was all over the place, and my back hurt. I was shocked, fuck, this was hard. Clearly, Meditation wasn’t for me, nope, I was way too intense for that shit.
Yet in the back of my mind, “learn to meditate” kept repeating. I wasn’t the type to give up easily (I was hard-core after all).
In my teacher training I had learned that the whole point of the physical poses was to create a body that was able to sit in meditation like meditation was the whole point.
It took me three years of hunting around to finally piece together a practice I could work with.
Eventually, I found a teacher who could answer all my questions (I had a lot).
So I learned to meditate. In my first class, my teacher said, “everyone thinks during meditation it’s part of the human experience”.
What? I was normal (that was a first). So I could cut myself some slack when my mind was all over the place?
Part of me was worried that all this Meditation would soften me up too much, that I would lose my edge. Can someone meditate, listen to heavy music, and get covered in ink? Yup, turns out you can.

So now I “sit” almost every day (I am a rebel after all) and It’s made a massive difference in my life, one I am truly grateful for.
My Meditation practice has given a tool to help with anxiety, improved my sleep, taught me how to respond instead of react in tough situations, and made me a kinder human.
If you have been curious about meditation but are feeling overwhelmed and unsure on how to get started you can learn more about my course Meditation 101 here.
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