Jumping for Joy

By the second day of silence at last week's five-day meditation retreat, the mental static of everyday thoughts had mostly passed. During the 9am-11am session we switched techniques from focusing on breathing to scanning the body for sensations and letting them pass. After one or two scans I found I could hardly sense anything subtler than, say, my shirt on my arm. Frustrating. Another scan brought me back to my last retreat, a twelve-day in 2007. I realized then I was holding tension in my chest muscles and how, until released, that tension blocked my ability to sense subtle sensations near that muscle. This time my chest muscles weren't tense; my back muscles were. Later I realized how tense my whole back, shoulders, and neck…

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Saturday Morning Hudson River
Manhattan ahead, New Jersey behind

Saturday Morning Hudson River

The Beginning It began last year with a scene in Motorcycle Diaries where the lead character did something that led me to wonder if I could do the same. I mentioned my thoughts to a few friends. Only one, Dave, said let's do it. (What "it" is, I'll get to below). We scheduled it for June 15. A trip to Rome delayed that. Rescheduling was a challenge. Thursday it seemed like there was too much left unplanned to do it this weekend. I said if we postpone we'll just be in the same state one month later. So we said Damn the torpedoes, let's do it Saturday. The Day Of Saturday I woke up at 8am and walked over to Dave's place. He met me…

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