In New York City for the marathon that I am not able to run because of a stress fracture, I seek advice from my friend Sasha, who earlier pointed me towards Buddhism. I ask him: "So, does meditation really work?" He tells me: "Well, why don’t you try? Do this: sit with your back straight, close your eyes, and start breathing focusing on your breath. You may want to count your breaths: 21, 20, 19, etc, to 1."
In the flight back to San Francisco, I take a leap of faith and decide to give it a try. I close my eyes and start watching my breath and counting... And surprise: it works! It is subtle; I can tell it is a whole different world… I feel that meditation induces a mild "altered state of consciousness" that reminds me of my trip to the mountain top, as it also induces clarity and well-being… I understand that this is a step in the right direction, and that meditation is my surest ally if I want to reach the mountain top again… or at least move upwards.