For many years, I took my meditation practice very seriously. I dedicated a significant portion of my life to daily practice and long retreats, which over time proved to be very helpful. This dedication to putting in the time really paid off by improving my experience of life.
But another part of my dedication turned out to not be so useful: trying really hard. My concept of spiritual practice at the time was very masculine and heroic -- the lone yogi in a cave, battling the forces of illusion to gain the prize of illumination. Although it seems comic to me now, I was com...
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