Was I a hypocrite for rescuing the bug? It was a Wednesday, not that that mattered. I was halfway through a six-week retreat and, aside from laundry days, each silent day seemed more or less like the others.
During the morning walking period, I shared the basement with two other yogis. One was a heavyset guy who reminded me of an old boyfriend and the other was a slim guy with a moustache who looked like young Adolf Hitler.
I usually like walking meditation, and though I was trying to practice earnestly, I wasn’t connecting with my steps and my mind was distracted, trying to remember the lyrics to “Muskrat Love.” Suddenly, as my left foot was in midair, a blur of movement startled me. A bug scuttled past as I stepped awkwardly to avoid it. Continue reading What to Let Live: A Meditator’s Guide to Insects