The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying

Meditation

This Sitting Still Thing

Initially, I had some innate (or acquired) resistance to meditation. My dad, for one — and it’s amazing how much of an impression a father does make on a son, in many and various small things — always referred to meditation, those rare times when the subject even came up, as navel-gazing, always said derisively; as in, only useless, brain-dead idiots do this.

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Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.