You might be surprised to hear that I met my “soul” in a federal prison.  I started teaching meditation at a nearby facility Februrary 2014 and I kept choosing to spend more and more time behind the walls.  Why? you ask..well, I am coming to realize that  I am my most authentic self there.  I pray to be of service as I enter and so I act with clarity of intention.  I have no one to impress. There are no ulterior motives. I am not hiding behind a persona. I have no history with these people.  I may never see them again after this class is completed and therefore there are no expectations of a future relationship.

I am serving without hopes of anything in return. And yet, I receive everything.

We practice in the present. We sit in stillness; allowing our center to draw forth and shine. It is simple and raw and  unaffected.

It is there amongst the concrete and metal bars, I experience  incomparable beauty in a place deemed by much of the world  as ugly and forgotten.  To me, it is the place I feel the most at  home away from home.