What makes me Not a Buddhist

There was a time when I thought maybe I was a Buddhist.  I really enjoy what we do at meditation conferences, and those speakers all talk about Buddhism.   We meditate, and let go of suffering – our middle-class, first-world version of “suffering”, anyway.  We spend time awash in compassion - self-compassion, mostly, but also compassion... Continue Reading →

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