There was a stretch of time when I spent every New Year at a Zen Buddhist temple in central France. The annual winter retreat was cradled in what the Germans call “the days between the …
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The best place I’ve ever not-slept was a Zen temple in central France. Not-sleeping was an infrequent occurrence there, as the schedule was full and designed to keep your mind focused and your body busy. …
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I’m writing this from seat 46H of a westbound transatlantic flight. The seatbelt sign has just been turned off, though the way my body is pressed back into the seat tells me we’re still climbing. …
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