Circle: Back to Back

When I signed up for the meditation course for the first time, I knew that, in a way I was reaching out from my ‘mountain hermitage,’ like a wounded bear that had retreated to the den to recover. I am not sure what I wanted or expected, but that teacher sure shook the mountain. Nevertheless, after careful consideration, I decided to come back for a second round, and I was not disappointed. This sort of thing may not be for everyone, however, so I caution my readers—take care, before you embark on this journey.

Be sure you have your safety straps well fastened before you go. I had few moorings to hold me, and I practically fell off the mountain myself, but I still think the time was right; I’d waited as long as I could, and best of all felt as if I had no place else to go, which is the only reason I can think of why I would have gotten into this. For, as I explained in the first place—I was merely looking for a way to get through the day without screaming. Now I think screaming can be good sometimes; it can even be productive, if you are paying attention, and even if you’re not. That is the paradox of practice.