The Art of not Meditating
I sit here introducing myself to you, surrounded by my expensive soy candles, my $45-an-ounce tea, and a meditation cushion that claims to be “ergonomic.”
And I wonder:
Why the hell do I have all this stuff?
Because none of it brought me a single realization about life.
But here we are.
For fifteen years, my hands have shaped silver. I have measured, marked, cut, filed, joined, and polished. And somewhere along the way, I started noticing something:
The real practice wasn’t sitting in meditation.
It wasn’t burning incense.
It wasn’t trying to “achieve” stillness.
It was in the work of my hands.
It was in the movement, the repetition, the act of doing.
This Substack is where I share those reflections—sometimes drawn from my book Zen and the Silversmith (available soon), sometimes from life at the bench, and sometimes just from noticing the absurdity of it all.
But also—this substack might just turn into a book.
I don’t know yet.
I’m experimenting.
And now, apparently, so are you.
So welcome to The Art of Not Meditating.
Because maybe—just maybe—the Buddha would have used a Lazy Boy.
If that sounds like something you’d enjoy—subscribe and stick around.
For now everything is freely available and it could stay that way.
