The home page on my computer is the New York Times.  Most of the time, the headlining story, especially lately, tells a tale of woe, a sagging economy or a political scandal.  But not today. Today's top story was about meditation.  And punk.  Yes, a whole article devoted to how people typically classified as "punk" are attending meditation sessions made just for them.  Normally, I would have thought it to be somewhat gimmicky, especially upon reading about the statue of buddha with a mohawk. However, lately, my meditation sessions have been less than focused and I could use a little organized sit to get me back on track.  And whatever makes people feel comfortable and invites them into a space where they can practice something as beneficial and healing as meditation, I'm all for.  Whether that is a zafu, a yoga mat, a pew in a Catholic church or under a tree in the middle of the woods. And as I type I realize that even if my morning sits seem distracted or drifting, I have a whole day to find solace somewhere.