After almost 30 years, it was time to go back.
I’d visited the Cambridge Zen Center once in the 1980s, back when meditation was considered an odd, esoteric thing to do. Back before Oprah and Kobe Bryant and corporate CEOs were doing it. I‘d read the few Zen books that were available in bookstores—The Three Pillars of Zen, Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, and Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind.
I had just moved to Cambridge and was ready to meet a real live Buddhist who would teach me how to meditate. When I heard there was a Zen center nearby, I had to visit. My teacher, I imagined, would be an elderly Japanese monk with a shaved head. He would exude both wisdom and humor. Continue reading Return to the Zen Center