I don't love facebook, but I'm grateful that it's put me back in touch with old Naropa friends, teachers, companions on the path. The poet who taught me shambhala meditation is now making films, after a lengthy retreat in Cambodia. I learned so much from observing and practicing with Bill, more than I could probably ever put into words coherently. I also reconnected with the meditation instructor who coached me in taking refuge vows my last summer in Boulder. And of course, finding Phillip who I thought was lost to me. Not lost, just living in Flint, Michigan.