Meditation: My First Time

Ever since I can remember all I’ve ever wanted to do was explore.

Discover New places, ideas, routes, lands, and cultures.

The first time I stepped foot on the Hawaiian island of Kauai, I turned to my auntie and said, “This is where I want to be buried when I die.”

It was during that trip that we were so graciously invited into a buddhist monastery by a monk in the tropical rainforest of Kauai. I remember distinctly the sweet smell of incense and the peaceful feel when I entered. Beautiful statues of deities adorned with flowers and tapestries hung all around.There was a wall of burning candles and the faint sound of baritone chants.

This feeling was a new one to me.

I wil never forget the gift of incense that the monk gave me that day.

It was such a special gift to me, I still have some left from 20 years ago.

When I returned home to San Diego, I would lay out my hawaiian sarong, light a candle and some incense, close my eyes and place myself back in the temple.

At the young age of 10, this experience was fascinating to me.

I found this practice especially helpful when the household was stressful. I felt as if I had discovered a new superpower.

It is through this practice that I learned the art of meditation.