His voice gave me goosebumps. Goosebumps that quickly turned into shivers. I felt momentarily dizzy a few times too. Perhaps these are my reactions from meditating after 3-years. Reactions that I suppose are way to raw to be called sensations.
Found a Vipassana group here – they meditate together in an herbolaria every Sunday morning for two hours. I couldn’t handle two hours, but enjoyed the first hour. Felt a few random sensations, but most of the time I was trying to calm my agitated mind. Managed not to look at my watch more than twice – which is quite an achievement.
It was interesting to see the sort of people who turned up. All much older. All Spanish. All swept away by what they are experiencing with this meditation. All happy. Some searching for themselves, but generally happy. Vipassana does that. Gives you a refuge which promises to protect you, come what may. Seems like the programme is a rage in Spain – with spots in Barcelona totally booked out.
As I walked home, felt very light-headed. Also felt home. Big smile on my face. Must continue going. Must continue practising.