I gave the following talk in St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Rockport, Massachusetts on March 10th, 2013.
This is in part a birthday present for Mother Karin, so she won’t have to write a sermon this week, but it’s also an opportunity to share some recent experiences, that I think would be of interest to anyone concerned with the spiritual life.
Three years ago I did a meditative retreat at the Kripalu Center in the Berkshires. I expected I’d probably have some amazing experience and that I’d be thinking, “Wow. This is it! The answer to all my problems.” Continue reading
It is early spring and I drive to Kripalu, a Center for Yoga and Health, in the Birshire Mountains. I arrive in a depressing, dismal cold rain, but after a couple of days in retreat, the storm in the sky and the one in my mind are beginning to clear. The chronic depression I’d hoped to get a handle on, all the hopelessness, anxiety and fear, are seeming to be no more than a prank I’m playing on myself.
It is the evening of my last supper here, which has threatened to make me a vegetarian by deliciousness alone. Continue reading
It’s beginning to feel as if I’m writing a book. For a number of years I worried that if I ever figured life out I’d be required to write a book—and what an awful lot of work that would be. As to figuring things out…well let’s just say that I’m writing the book and leave it at that.
So far, I’ve come up with only three clues. Continue reading