Living Within Samsara

Amtrak and I are no longer friends. Fifteen grueling and disgusting and mostly smoke-free hours later, upon seeing my mother, the first thing from my mouth, “They did away with smoking!” She, having made the arrangements, replied with a nonplussed, “I know.”

I dislike traveling more than I dislike chipping a nail. I’m always fearful I’ll forget a book I’ll ‘need’ as if it ranks right up there with oxygen and health. But when I go on my Sabbatical I always go to a place where reading is essential… or insanity. I’ll be there and the mood […]