I used to think meditation was weird. I couldn’t help but picture an old man with a beard sitting at the top of a mountain somewhere chanting into the distance; a figure like Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, with his long, white, flowing beard, floor-length robe, and all knowing eyes staring down at me. But now that a practice once reserved for the spiritual elite has become more mainstream, I felt capable and open to its benefits. I didn’t turn to meditation because it was a fad. I began practicing out of necessity.
