The park ranger reminded me of an ancient alien theorist . . .
Maybe because my friends semi-jokingly insisted that the cliff dwellings of Mesa Verde were built by them. Or because the striking ambiguity behind their claims.
“We will be descending into an alcove where these ancient people resided,” Is something along the line of how the speech started, “What do you do? Are you a doctor? Carpenter? Teacher, student, farmer? I want you to imagine what you do on a daily basis as you enter this place, because these people were living their lives much the same way we do.” Continue reading
I was a little nervous…
A friend—actually someone I had met through Couchsurfing. Once. Four years ago for maybe two hours. That kind of friend, the ones you meet and know, even though you barely know them. I had a crush on her back then too. So I was a little nervous when she contacted me out of the blue to say she was in Colorado and it would be nice to catch up.
Back in September I attended a 10-day silent meditation retreat. It was for a form of meditation called Vipassana. These are the teachings that Buddha passed down, so I am not going to attempt to teach them to you over 140 characters. Continue reading