It was long. I've never sat for that long. Sitting, a brief standing interlude, sitting - then a dharma talk. 75 minutes of meditation. Actual pure meditation - much shorter than that. Surreal thoughts and pounding heart and short-of-breath moments.
In the talk Jim (i think) said this phrase "I am not made of this," in connection with some chant or other. I liked it, that I am not made of "this" which is the emotion that's taken roost in me for the moment. Anger, fear, sadness - I am not made of this. That is not my essential nature.
On the way to the sangha (?) I had to go get a bite and traveling south to Bloor Street watched people walking north. Who was "serene?" Who was headed to the meditation. I ID'ed one on the money - and got a big surprise with the girl in the sparkly sequin top and the boobs-for-days - she was there too.
No judgements, baby.
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