All Is As It Is

Meditation, Memory, and the Long Practice of Living with Loss

Before it became a discipline, Claude’s meditation — like his journal — was a form of seeing. On February 17, 1992, at sixty-eight, he wrote of a meditation that morning when he felt ‘an infinite freedom suddenly… a vast new and endless world.’ It was a moment of pure clarity — when thought dissolved and only being remained. This week, I turn that lens …