If you ever doubted that your feline companion has her own inner life, just watch what happens when she falls asleep and loses conscious control of her physical being. But how many of your own thoughts are visible? And if they were, would you have any friends left, pray tell?! There is a general belief that we cats are mindful creatures, who constantly “live in the moment.” While it’s true that we can focus our minds with great intensity, especially when our hunting instincts are aroused, it is equally true that we spend much of our time thinking. Or, somehow, both of those subjects mixed up at the same time. But no sooner have I settled my mind on the sensation of my breath than I find myself thinking about Mrs. I may be a global celebrity whose well-being is a subject of frequent inquiry by luminaries as diverse as the occupants of the Oval Office, Buckingham Palace, and the more rarefied enclaves of the Hollywood Hills. I may be gorgeous beyond words, with my mesmerizing blue eyes, charcoal face, and sumptuous cream coat. ![]() ![]() ![]() Living with the Dalai Lama, surrounded by monks at Namgyal Monastery, and constantly encountering the most revered meditation masters in Tibetan Buddhism, one would assume that among my many admirable qualities I am an accomplished meditator. A revelation so embarrassing I’d much rather not be making it. I am ashamed to have to begin this book with a confession.
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