Thursday, January 28, 2010


I shared the last of my pirogi two nights ago with L and my German friend. After dinner we sat around talking meditation. My German friend has started meditating. Five or ten minutes every morning, she stares at the wall. Only she thinks, she says. But she feels OK about this. Because she's never done that, just sat still and stared at the wall and thought.

Her dad meditates for a few hours every day. He goes and visits with a little Chinese guy. He doesn't leave the house and meet the Chinese guy. He meets the Chinese guy on another plane of consciousness. The Chinese guy tells him everything's going to be OK.


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