A Quaker Looks at Yoga

One Sunday at the close of Meeting for Worship a young Friend asked whether we could get together during the week to meditate. Laughingly I asked, “Isn’t that what we just finished doing?” Quietly he said. “I don’t mean that; I mean really meditating!” I shared his discontent. The spiritual pulse of our Meeting was weak. There was a chronic dribbling in of latecomers and dribbling out of early leavers. Our Meeting was restless with many distractions including the reading of books.

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