Heel to toe, slowly. Heel to toe. Heel to toe. Heel to toe, slowly.
With 18 other members of my sangha, I’m doing a walking meditation session in a space on 23rd Street in New York City. All morning long, as we had the day before, and the day before that, we have been sitting on our cushions, silent, for nearly an hour. When the gong went off, we stood …
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