Before I left for a meditation retreat in Vermont, I told my friend Julia that I was going to meet someone there, someone from Boston, someone with a Harvard connection.
I saw him the first night, and before he said a word, I knew it was him. Then I learned he was visiting from Boston, and on the second night, I learned he'd studied American History at Harvard.
We sat on the floor in the room where later we would sleep. Most everyone around us was dancing, and I asked him, Do you feel a little bit like they’re trying to get us to drink the Kool-Aid?
Oh, yeah! he said, I’ve thought that for awhile. It used to bother me, but then I decided I just liked it.
I liked that. We got up and danced.Read More