Monthly Archives: July 2016

I am in San Francisco, one of the homes of American Buddhism. I’ve been staying with a dear friend, a seventy-eight year old woman who had the distinction of working with the Black Panthers in Oakland and tripping acid with … Continue reading →

Last Sunday I finished a 10 day vipassana course at Dhamma Suttama, outside Montreal. The week after a course is always strange. You haven’t spoken for nine days, have been up at four every morning, meditating ten hours a day. And … Continue reading →

Two weeks ago, I arrived at the Vermont Studio Center, a retreat for writers and artists which, as far as I knew, had no connection to meditation. A day after arriving, however, its founder told me he had set it up with … Continue reading →