I made a brief stop in Boston before catching the commuter train to Providence, Rhode Island. Here is the view from outside of South Station. I felt like a child trying to cross through the rotary and not get hit by a car.
I got to admire the Capitol building while waiting for my friend Brady to pick me up from the train station in Providence.
The next day, we went to Beavertail State Park on the Rhode Island coast. It is easy to see why Rhode Island is considered a hidden gem of New England. Perhaps they are secretly trying to keep tourists at bay with their terrible new marketing slogan “Cooler & Warmer.” Try meditating on that one for a while.
Brady knows he’ll always get an easy laugh out of me with a poop joke. We are still just as immature as when we first became friends ten years ago at Knox College.
Brady found this serene spot for us to meditate. Here is a how-to guide:
- Sit tall and still, eyes closed.
- Breathe normally. Feel the physical sensations of the breath. Choose one place in the body where the sensations are easy to feel (for example, the belly). This is called the object of meditation.
- Observe what happens. Be present with what is here and now.
- When the mind wanders, gently guide it back to the object.
Next, we headed to nearby Fort Wetherill State Park, an abandoned army base. We pretended to be cool.
Don’t be fooled; we are huge dorks.
The following day, Brady dropped me off at Insight Meditation Society in Barre (BEH-ree), Massachusetts, near Worcester (WOO-stuh). I stayed there for five days on a retreat with teachers Rebecca Bradshaw, Greg Scharf, and Jessica Morey. It is a beautiful center, one of the first of its kind in the West, where many renowned dharma teachers have taught. IMS is celebrating its 40th anniversary this year.
Here is my Facebook post on the subject:
Feeling inspired after my retreat at Insight Meditation Society this week, where many wise and compassionate people have meditated before me. The Dalai Lama is said have practiced the ancient Tibetan art of bowling here. You know, the kind where you knock pins down with a heavy ball. No really, there’s a bowling alley in the basement.