Namaste 

Face to face meditators sat quietly, maybe even contentedly, along Manhattan’s High Line one bright and sunny Saturday morning. A steady stream of humanity walked north and south along the elevated greenway, filling the wide walkway and creating a hum of conversation. Not being a city girl, I couldn’t think of a less meditative setting, but there they were - cross-legged, smack in the middle of foot traffic, with matching circular mats demarcating a zone of zen. People say everything happens out in the open on the streets of New York City. Endless make-out sessions, fights, negotiations of all manner and spillages of every type. Why not meditation? After all, as the classic Buddhist joke goes, what did the Dalai Lama say to the pizza guy from Brooklyn? "Make me one with everything!"  

New York City