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1154 Days of Living in Community
Or, how I re-learned what humans are built for
I wake up to the beeping sound of the door code input, two floors down from my bedroom. Someone is letting themselves into my home — a day like any other.
The door opens after a longer “beeeep” signaling a correct code. Then, the other pair of door opens with a creak. My body knows it will slam precisely three seconds later.
It’s a meditation volunteer coming in just before 8 am to host a silent meditation. I look at the clock, 7:53. I spend a moment considering whether to join. I decide against it — I’m not up for rushing out of bed this quickly.
Will they be meditating on their own, or is someone joining them? That’s the question that’s bouncing around in my mind as I go to the bathroom. I don’t know.
What I do know is that, by now, I am pretty well tuned into the heartbeat of this building, this community, this hub for spiritual, psychological, and creative growth. The Salisbury Centre is all of those things and, for the past 1154 days, it also happened to be my home.
I haven’t written anything personal for a while. Partially, it has to do with living at the Centre and having a chunk of my community read my stuff. This has changed my relationship to writing — specifically, who and…
