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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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…
When My Father’s Father Died
–excerpted from Brain in a Jar Lyles Baptist Church, Palmyra, Virginia I recently turned six. It’s 1971. There is a tear coming out of my father’s right eye. I watch it move slowly down his cheek until he whisks it away. I wait for another. It doesn’t come. I’m sitting sideways so I can watch…
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