The Resistant Meditator

I was a resistant meditator. I had heard the benefits of meditation but had pushed it aside as nothing more than fluff. Not only am I a psychotherapist who thought all problems could be "talked" away but also a high strung Type A buisness woman burning my candle, quickly, I might add, at both ends.

I burnt out the fall of 2007. The kind of burnt when heartbu
is common place, where exhaustion was as natural a state as breathing. I lost sight of my goals and became lost in negativity and anger. I was searching for a way out, I kept comming across the Chopra Center. Now there was the resistance, I kept rationalizing and justifing how weird it would be to "learn" to meditation.

Ok, I know now that what sounds weird is that learning meditation would be weird but remember that when you are in a state of resistance, a state where your higher being says go and your body here on earth says your too busy, that resistance is the stuff of the American disease of buziness that equals self importance.

I went to the Chopra Center for a week long retreat called "The Seduction of Spirit". I went because it would help my buisness...I thought that was my motivator. I am grateful that our higher self tricks us into self healing from time to time.

I the resistant began to learn and breath. It was quietly, suprisingly, and gratefully easy, I met my soul. I lost my resistance.

How? Just by following my breath and not my ego.