I’ve always been a seeker — someone eager to understand life, my experience, other people’s experiences and the relationships between them all.
Growing up, I yearned for a spiritual life but never stuck to any one spiritual practice. I tried chanting and quit after three days of repeating om namo bhagavate vasudevaya with no magical change. I meditated. Twice. Did yoga, half a dozen times. I researched the Bhagavad Gita but never actually read it.
I dabbled, yet never went all in.
Because standing right next to that desire for spirituality was a very real part of me that resisted it.
My hesitation wasn’t caused by a lack of stick-to-itiveness or sincerity but rather by my narrow view of a spiritual practice. I thought spirituality meant meditating, chanting, and praying every day. I thought I had to do new, Eastern, “out of the ordinary” activities to guide me to the door of my inner experience.
But those practices, however wonderful, didn’t resonate to the depths of me. I needed my spiritual practices to awaken my soul, to touch the untouched, to both stir and settle the fire inside.