Meditation

I spend a lot of time thinking about the future. When I meditate (and other times, too) I sit. I follow my breath. And if I’m paying attention, I notice when my thoughts turn away from my breath. Sometimes, they…

Part 2: Buying a pack Down that vortex, I’ve made whatever compromises with myself I need to cross the threshold, to buy the pack. This part of the process is unpleasant all around. Except for the impending fulfillment. As I…

Part I: Craving I began this post, “I found myself wanting…” but I realized that “wanting” is an entirely amorphous state, a way of articulating a mental and bodily phenomenon that obscures, rather than reveals, its own essence. The question…

Ok. I’m sitting here. I’m not sure if I got my feet in a good position. My ankle feels like it’s pressing against the floor a little hard. Ow. Shit. I should have gotten my position straight before I started…

V observed I haven’t written much lately. Partly, that’s circumstantial. The summer (and it’s summer here in the northern hemisphere) presents scheduling challenges that are different than those presented by the rest of the year, and I’m less adept at…

I wrote, recently, about a complicated and interesting (to me, at least) night at a sex party. A reader asked me, in an e-mail, if I had “enjoyed” myself at the party, and it got me to thinking. Part of…

I often mention it as an aside, and readers often ask me about it, both in the comments and, more often, in e-mails. So here’s a little run-down on what meditation is for me, how I do it, what I…

I apologize in advance. This post is down, depressed, maudlin. Stop reading here if that’s not your bag.