In Amsterdam, I met a guy named Joel who looked like a Deadhead. He said he was returning to the US after being in India and Nepal for 1-1/2 years studying Buddhism. We got into a discussion about the difficulty transitioning back into Western culture, what a sham it all was, all based on desire and the satifying of those urges. He was born in a suburb of Detroit and was looking forward to going back and dealing with his hyperactive Junior League mother. His Buddhist training would allow him to accept her as she is. He said "She'll yell and scream at me for not writing, for growing my hair, for wearing funny clothes and I'll just listen and wait till she vents her pent-up anger. Then we'll sit down together and make cookies."
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june 1996