i’ve been back to work for a week and everyone thinks i was at some writing seminar even though i told them over and over what i was doing, even though i had to submit official, detailed requests to receive a leave of absence. people keep telling me how great it must have been to “be in nature, just free to write.”
"yes." i tell them. "and now i’m a buddhist, too."
"you know… when we spread my mother’s ashes, all of a sudden a ton of little ripples appeared on the face of the lake where we threw them and i realized they were just little fishes! who knows what kind. i mean… how zen, right?!"
one of the execs at my work took a cruise through vietnam six months ago and now he’s buddhist? he keeps trying to get me to come to his spiritual advising sessions. “my lama did the sand mandalas in kundun!” he tells me. “i know someone you can talk to if you’re interested in setting up that sky burial.” he wears slippers all day.