As I’ve gotten more comfortable with my meditation practice, I’ve come to realize how much power I give my thoughts. I used to regard them as the wisdom of my subconscious. If my thoughts were stewing over something then I’d better pay attention because it could be important!
I grew up going to a nondenominational church. It attracted
healers and mystics and spiritualists of all types. My mom’s friends
included aromatherapists and reiki practitioners and massage
therapists and acupuncturists. The church often brought in visiting speakers from a range of spiritual traditions. Native American elders and sufi mystics and energy healers populated my childhood. I helped build my first sweat lodge when I was 8. I learned to meditate when I was 6.