2013 was the year of my spiritual quest.
I figured my life was still starting out—I was twenty-three at the time—and I wanted to make sure it would be meaningful. I could bake anywhere and paint anywhere—the things I was doing at that time—but where could I really find out what reality and being human was all about?
I planned to visit three different centers offering Buddhist studies and meditation and see what I found.
I encountered Buddhism as a teenager, and it just clicked.
If the Buddha already saw the nature of reality, it seemed easier to follow the path he laid out than try to figure the meaning of life out from scratch.
So that's what I've been doing ever since.
I spent three months in India and was planning to spend three months in Virginia after France. But as soon as the train crossed into Dordogne from the neighboring region, there was no going back. I felt as though I was coming home.
With its fairytale stone buildings, its millennia of history and culture, and its nature that's not really wild and not really tame, which is how I feel most of the time.
And so I decided to stay.
And here I am still.
Comments will be approved before showing up.
