We make the body the boss

  I like jazz. If I hear just one trumpet note, I’ll bliss out and, that second, I’ll say, “Wow! Divine Miles Davis!”    But for a couple of years before I was a Buddhist I was a radical feminist – and I mean seriously radical! – and I’d given...
Postcard 18 from Robina: Santa Cruz, Sunday, January 22, 2012

Postcard 18 from Robina: Santa Cruz, Sunday, January 22, 2012

My six weeks in Boston came to an end on January 13 with my four-plus hour bus ride to New York to fly to San Francisco. When I first arrived in New York late November from Amman and needed to get to Boston, I took the Amtrak train. This time I discovered there are...