March 2014

The Deer Hunter

It was Thanksgiving last week, and I was exactly where I wanted to be—deer hunting in the Allegheny Highlands of the Appalachian Mountains in Virginia. So why was I in such a funk, so melancholy? A spot inventory revealed there were no obvious reasons for my depression, but the feelings of helplessness, loneliness and despair were convincing. It occurred to me to meditate in an effort to escape them. That’s when my cell phone rang.

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