I’ve always loved walking. Back in the 1960s, when most people considered going out for a drive to be a leisurely Sunday activity, my father took us out on walks. Unlike most kids in our neighborhood, my sisters and I walked the mile to school, rain or shine—but not uphill both ways. As a family, we spent summer evenings walking to the Ohio River to watch the barges and the occasional steamboat glide by. We never rode an elevator when we could climb the stairs.
So when I started practicing Insight meditation in the 1980s, I took to the...read more