There is a beautiful piece by April Resnick on Speculative Non- Buddhism. I’m going to share a couple of paragraphs as it resonates deeply with my experience too. Not only have I used the word “intimate” to describe the experience of meditation, I also have often underscored the difficulties that must be faced in honest and deep contemplation of any kind.
This process over time, though perhaps not explicitly pleasant, does become soothing in some sort of profoundly paradoxical and beautiful way. It is healing.
Right now, for the next few moments, I am interested in talking about the act of sitting. That’s it. And for me, there is no way around it. Meditation is an intimate act. I have rarely heard it discussed in these terms. Still, it keeps showing up for me as an intimate act. Intimacy is defined in Webster’s Dictionary…
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