The bell rang at 6:30 in the morning, marking the end of our final meditation session at the 10-day Vipassana silent retreat. As I stepped out of the meditation hall, called Dhamma hall, memories of ...

“I gave my watches away—ain’t got no time for that!” This mantra hummed in the back of my mind every time I craved my phone, a book, or even a pen—anything that allowed me to escape into communication ...

Two men are sitting at a bar. One reveals that his son has started meditating. The other says: “I suppose it’s better than sitting around doing nothing.” This hoary joke speaks to the cynicism about ...

Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook The small pond outside the women's residences on the property where I would sometimes sit and look ...