If my prison story isn’t in service to something transformative, I am not interested in sharing it. Mine is a path of transformation and of love.
Matthew Hahn has been many things in his lifetime. A career criminal and drug addict, a selfless man of courage, a convict, a devout Buddhist, a recovered drug addict, and a loving husband and friend.
As the teenagers passed in front of my truck, I rolled the windows down and turned up the “Ill Communication”. Don’t act like you’ve never done this before.
Suffering is built into the fabric of life and there is a certain amount of it that’s completely unavoidable. We don’t need to personalize it.
As one breathes in and out with careful attention, one may simply note the varying sensations of breath as soft or hard, wet or dry, cool or warm, and moving or still.
My response to suicidal ideation was that there must’ve been something severely wrong with me. That I was broken.
When the mind gets lost in thought, we gently note the distraction as whatever it may be and then return our attention to the sensation of breathing.
My grief was none other than love that I didn’t want to feel. Love that was so great it felt too dangerous to allow out.