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When I signed up for my first week-long silent mindfulness meditation retreat, I knew I “needed” something, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. What unfolded during that retreat was more profound than I could have ever anticipated. The first few days were actually easier than I had expected. I faced the usual struggles:
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As I was helping my friend clean up the aftermath of a burst pipe on a sunny winter day in Montana, I couldn’t help but notice a stark contrast in our reactions to the situation. While my friend remained composed, treating the incident as if it were a routine chore, I felt my own body
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Captivated by daydreams of luscious golden honey, a few years ago I explored the hobby of beekeeping. Aware of the potential pitfalls of this “buzzing” endeavor and wanting to avoid rookie mistakes, I sought guidance from the local beekeeping community before establishing a hive of my own. Monthly meetings, where valuable insights were freely shared,
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Relax, nothing is under control Attributed to Adi Da Samraj We can still be crazy after all these years. We can still be angry after all these years. We can still be timid or jealous or full of feelings of unworthiness. The point is not to try to change ourselves. Meditation practice isn’t about trying to throw
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