Last night was our annual sangha party. Getting past the standard “meditators gone wild” jokes, it was, as always, a lovely evening — terrific food and conversation with some of the nicest people you’ll find anywhere. Over the months and years, surprisingly deep bonds can develop between people who spend the majority of their time together in stillness and silence. Or perhaps not so surprising. There are no words more intimate than the simple breathing of the person sitting or running next to you. Sitting or running alone are different experiences, as are sitting or running with others, but all four activities can follow a similar path, to a similar place: ourselves. And by eventually finding ourselves while sitting or running, we discover the many others who have been with us all along.
