This is a story about my friend Jenny.
Jenny and I attended the Tuesday night gathering at the New York Shambhala center. Jenny's new to Buddhism - this was the second Shambhala talk she'd ever attended. My normal tendency would be to skip the weekly post-talk reception and book on out of the building to experience my cognition of the teachings in solitude and open air. But Jenny requested that we stay.
As we drank our tea and discussed her recent engagement to her long term boyfriend I did my normal, "attempt to avoid eye contact with people you kind of know", cagey routine. Jenny was Jenny, no more or less Jenny-esque than previous incarnations of Jenny. But to my disbelief, during the course of the reception, three different people approached Jenny, shook her hand and said, "What's your name?" As we were leaving the center, a man said, "she looks like a good meditator."
Um. Who says that?
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