ABSTRACT
Reading on Buddhism and mindfulness, and listening to Dharma talks, rarely do the author acquire new “information.” Striving to write concisely usually pushes the author to cut redundancy. Stepping away from the screen, the author would immerse himself in nature, quieting the verbal side of his brain. There was still a great deal of work to do later, to smooth things out and fine-tune the wording. Often, there, ideas would bubble up, like a fountain from within, with no need to coax or cajole, to “rein in” or force into alignment. As much as possible, the author found pleasure in the process, knowing that he was writing these words at a singular moment in his life and that this moment, like all others, would pass.
