To Breathe for A Spell
I have never been more aware of my breath, of the simple act of breathing, than I have in this last year. The ability to inhale air and exhale carbon dioxide and other gases is a bodily function I rarely give thought to.
Meditating with My Father’s Friends
We were all there for the same purpose—to understand our own suffering and maybe find some relief.
Doggerel Fails Me
An excerpt from the new e-book Cancer Doesn’t Give a Shit About Your Stupid Attitude.
Home Taping Is Skill in Buddha
We are musicians, sampling his breaks, writing our own songs hundreds of times.
A high kick to the anti-Christian tendencies of an aspiring Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Corpse Posing to ‘Beat It’
Some of my best thoughts have happened when I was supposed to be emptying my mind. Like yesterday, lying on my back, limbs limp, ankles and shoulders trying to relax into shavasana. In preparation for this final posture, a New York Sports Club yoga instructor led us through a few rounds of nadishodana (alternate-nostril) breathing.…
Everyone’s a Bad Meditator, It Seems
Despite all our efforts to overcome our name, we can’t seem to help being a really good Buddhist magazine. The letters of appreciation for Ted Weinstein’s “Ways I Have Been a Bad Meditator” keep coming in. Carolyn Haun writes: Thank you Mr Weinstein,you have my eternal regard and affection. chaun Glenn writes: Thanks for this;…