“Most of us have experienced moments when one isolated incident – a chance encounter, a near-fatal accident, the death of someone we love, even a tragedy read about in the morning paper – suddenly brings into sharp focus the central questions of existence...Why am I here? What happens after death? How ought I to live? We turn inwards in reflection; but if we cannot go deep into ourselves, the surface pattern of everyday living soon closes in again and the questions are forgotten.”
- Eknath Easwaran
I’ve always been able to take satsang a bit for granted. Growing up in a household where both my parents meditate, and my siblings – though not meditators – are fully versed in Easwaran’s teachings means I’ve always been around people who speak the same spiritual language. I’ve also always been able to attend BMCM retreats a few times a year, forging great friendships with other YAs. I’ve definitely been lucky that I’ve never felt starved for spiritual fellowship. Because of this, I think I never fully appreciated how powerful satsang could be, until this past year.