Bethatasitmay, I've come to notice the way New York views San Francisco. Now, how shall I characterize it? The sister who went away to the interesting arts college and makes pots for living? The cousin who spends Far Too Much Time preparing for the Renaissance Faire? I could go on but you've travelled this way before.
I've been holding on to this article from the NYTimes since March 15, 2009. What we have here is a new urban retreat. Here's the glimpse:
A core of 38 men and women — their average age the late 20s — live full time in the retreat center, a shabby-chic loft building in the South of Market district. They prepare meals together, practice yoga and mindfulness meditation and lead workshops in communication for outside groups as large as 60.
But the heart of the group’s activity, listed cryptically on its Web site’s calendar as “morning practice,” is closed to all but the residents.
At 7 a.m. each day, as the rest of America is eating Cheerios or trying to face gridlock without hyperventilating, about a dozen women, naked from the waist down, lie with eyes closed in a velvet-curtained room, while clothed men huddle over them, stroking them in a ritual known as orgasmic meditation — “OMing,” for short.
I am so jealsous! When am I going to have the chance to juxtapose the words "Cheerios" and "orgasmic" in the same paragraph? My fondest hope is that New Yorkers will read this, hop on the next JetBlue flight to SFO and part with their precious savings in pursuit of ... enlightenment? In the meantime, I prefer my Cheerios with 1% milk, please.
[Link to the NYTimes story.]
