My first exposure to meditation I was about 10 years old. 1969, I was at my sister’s apartment, she had some friends that lived next door. There was some discussion going on, drama about school, work, children, etc. The tension was temperate, this guy got up in the middle of the conversation and said “I have to go meditate” he went up the stairs and disapeared for about 20 minutes. When he returned he seemed calmer than before he left. I was curious and asked my sisiter many questions I’m sure.
With 10 brothers and sisters there was never much quiet time around the house, so I spent a lot of time outside. We lived in the country with miles of farms, woods, lakes and rivers. My brothers, sisters and cousins spent many summer nights sleeping under the stars. Dad would take us to Wisconsin’s great north woods camping in the summer.
In high school I had an english teacher that turned me on to existential writers such as Herman Hesse. I couldn’t get enough of this dread and questioning the meaning of life.
When I was seventeen I moved away from home. Finished High school and moved to Colorado with my young wife. I went to work at an underground hardrock mine. One day my boss told me to train this new hire “take him underground with you and just make sure his doesn’t get killed”. He died that day, it took us 4 or 5 hours to get him out from underground. As I drank mself through the trama, my first wife left. Got out just in time…
As a pasttime I took up Tae Kwon Do, I met many great teachers. One in particular was a very intellegent man told me to read Kazantzakis. He said I remined him of Zorba, earthy, living my passions.
My second wife was pregnant with my second child whom I named Nikos when I left the mine and moved to Florida, 1986. Upon arrival I opened a TKD school, worked construction jobs and opened an afterhours night club. Within a year I was addicted, obsessed, dejected, divorced, still training every day. Driving down the road one afternoon after a pitcher and wings at hooters with a friend, I hit a car that pulled out in front of me. the couple in that car died. My passenger hurt his shoulder and lost his sports scolarship.
I started this note about meditation, this is what came up. I was born with Sun Square Saturn…. TKD remained my rail the only thing steady in my life.
part 2
I moved in with a woman who became my third wife. Every other weekend we spent with my kids. I’d drag my kids all over the southeast to TKD tournaments and seminars.
A few years later my older Brother moved nearby. A veteran struggling with schizophrenia, I looked after him for several years, sitting with him many nights while in fits, jail, despair. His last day I held him in my arms as he passed. I was with my 4th wife by now. My Son was having a tough time at home and in middle school, the teachers and counselors wanted to send him away to a youth ranch. I fought for him to come stay with me but could not get any backing from my wife or others. That was the beginning of the end of my 4th wife. We taught tkd together and travelled the world. In 2000 we seperated. I got sober, found AA, Dad died 3 monthes into my sobriety. TKD remained my rail.
In ‘04 Nikos was struggling with his senor year of high school. Worried about his future, he attempted suicide. We talked and decided he should come to work for me. Lori, my daughter, and Nikos both came to work with me. It was an exciting time, construction boom and they both wee so much fun to be with every day. By ‘06 work running out and egos wearing thin, I fired Nikos and told him he would have to get a real job for a while until he appreciated what he had with us. A few months later he committed suicide. I got the call that there was trouble, got in the car with my new wife, on the drive to the hospital I saw a falling star come into the atmosphere and flash into a hundred lights. I knew at that moment he had passed, got the call a few minutes after. My wife Karen and I are still together, if we could survive this, we’ll be good through anything.
Gen Choi Hong Hi, the founder of TaeKwon Do was my teacher. He said “at the beggining of the class kneel and meditate take time to leave all things aside so that you can be with your practice. At the end of the training time sit and meditate again, at this time take an inventory, ask yourself how did I do? Did I try my best? was I kind?
Today, my favorite meditation is while preparing food, peeling fruit, with wet hands, salivating anticipation of the quench. That is a nice metaphor for faith, salivating anticipation of the quench.