I’m back after a long hiatus.
The reason for the hiatus is partly because I’ve been putting a lot of energy into a new web site and working for several demanding clients at once.
I say partly because the real reason is that I’ve been feeling that my articles here are not quite ‘feeling right.’
There are people out there who are much better qualified to explain buddhism, meditation and its benefits than me. (For example: Thanissaro Bhikkhu aka Geoffrey DeGraff)
I’ve been asking myself, what can I really add to the discussion? In fact am I not actually making things worse by trying to clumsily explain buddhism here—unintentionally misleading you away from true understanding.
So as is so often the case with the buddhist approach, when you find yourself confused it is often helpful to ask: “What can I really be sure about right now, what do I really know?”
And the answer is that I can really be sure about my own personal experiences in practicing buddhist meditation and more importantly how it has affected my life and those around me.
So in the next few articles I’m going to reluctantly have to tell my pathetic little story of my stupid insignificant little suffering and how I used buddhism to ameliorate it.
Beware though, it’s about to get whiny and pathetic.
So for now at least no more ‘in vitro’ discussions of buddhism, no more theoretical stuff.
Instead, I will humbly offer you a story of how buddhism operated ‘in vivo’ in my silly little life.