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  • Once, a cold long time ago, Kate and I sat a dathun - a month long meditation retreat - at Gampo Abbey (or Gumball Alley). It was December for awhile and then it was January. I turned forty and a friend died with the New Year. We ate out of little bowls with no salt and lots of chanting. Some of it was in silence and like meeting a cat, meeting someone in silence was mysterious and alluring. When we could talk we all realized we were normal - okay not normal - but not really marvelous either. We heard some nuns talk about how enlightened ones would be awake even in their dreaming and we hungered after such a thing. We decided to do some intentional dreaming, Kate and I. We chose symbols that we would notice in our dreams thus waking us up and paying attention. Lucid dreaming it is called. And so we went to bed, in our little holy rooms and the next morning realized that we had had each other's dreams. How sweet is that?
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