Introducing...WStack History Part 1

So there I was on my meditation cushion. Legs crossed. Counting my breaths as the Potomac River quietly flowed by. Sitting…counting…sitting…counting. A few winter birds flew overhead. Sitting…counting.

The back of Master Pohwa’s shaved head dully shined in the winter sun. Sitting…counting. The river kept flowing. His head kept shining. Sitting…counting… sitting… And then it came to me.

I stuffed my cushion away. Jumped on my bike and headed home. I had things to do. I was going to give up being a rock star. I was going to be a teacher!