An outsider…finding home

I’ve been an outsider all my life.  I was sitting in a meditation conference when I wrote those words, being an outsider.  And why?  These were “my people”, if ever there were any people like me.  Psychologists, most of them.  Though there was a Reiki master/horse massager, too, sitting near me!  People experienced in this world.  People who loved to learn.  People who wanted to meditate.  And Lord knows I’ve been meditating for more than 30 years now.  So how could I still feel like an outsider?