I am high up in the mountains of Vermont. I have come here to rest my mind and body after Beau’s death. I have come here to be in limbo. It’s raining outside my cabin now. Oh how I love the sound of water. Funny that I chose to retreat into hills instead of seas….
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The Ghosts of Baguio & Beau
Excerpted from “Brain in a Jar” about my trip to the Philippines 23 years ago. “Welcome home!” says the Filipino immigration agent when he notices the place of birth in my passport. After a year of saving every penny in frozen Korea, I arrive in steamy Manila in the spring of 1989. I’ll learn something…
Embargo, Limbo and the Bardo
Dear Readers, According to the Buddha, the dead are in limbo for 49 days before being reincarnated. Those left behind are in an intermediate state as well. These in-between spaces, for the living and the dead, are called the “bardo.” The possibility for enlightenment is heightened during this suspension. Here’s how one Tibetan scholar describes the…
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