I had the privilege of meditating with these beautiful people in an introduction to meditation class at The Hive in Northside, Cincinnati. Joey, on the ground at the left, led the class. He is an excellent teacher; warm, accepting, and knowledgeable. I have been meditating on and off, with and without apps, mostly self-taught, for the last year or so. The course gave me a solid ground to stand on and build from. It was also a lot of fun. I highly recommend it to anyone looking to start from scratch or strengthen an exisiting practice.
I like Saturdays in Cincinnati. The day starts with a bus ride downtown to 7:00 am mass at St. Xavier Church with a close friend. The priest, Father Bob Ross, is pretty straightforward and always delivers a moving word. My friend and I hang out after mass to meditate in the sanctuary, and then we go to Einstein’s for bagels and a chat.
Ideally, I go from there to the Mercantile Library to read and prepare the course I’m teaching in the fall. Before that could happen, on this particular Saturday, I was on the hunt for a Moleskine Pocket Calendar.
I’m glad I went, and I’m sad if you didn't get a chance. It was compelling. Certainly one of the most magnificent museum exhibits I’ve experienced. That said, the CAC gift shop also came up blank on the Moleskine.
My next stop was the Booksellers at Fountain Square. I found what I was looking for and at 60% off the original price. As I made purchased my purchase, the cashier asked “are you going to The Banks to take photos of the flood,” since my camera hung over my shoulder. I wasn’t. However, I decided it was worth a quick ride via Red Bike to see what the commotion was all about.
All of Cincinnati was at the riverfront. The flooding was impressive and surprisingly audible. The rapids made a constant hum as they moved powerfully around lamp posts and fencing. The waters rose even higher later that day and into the following day as you can see here.
By this point it was 1:00 pm and I still hadn’t made it to the Mercantile. Meg gave me the okay to stay downtown even longer. She was at home immersed in her own adventure baking sourdough bread. Speaking of food, I started to get hungry. Having never been to Currito, I ordered a Teriyaki burrito and chips to go.
I walked from the Currito, burrito in tow, through the Mercantile Center to the Mercantile Library. For such a gray day all was bright and modern inside the corridor between the buildings.
After eating my burrito and reading for an hour or so at the Mercantile, I began the journey home. We left Meg’s car parked overnight near her office, so I Red Biked from downtown to Findlay Market to pick up Tux (her car).
Along the way, I saw this guy.
I had initially planned to work on my class or maybe even do my taxes. I did neither. Why did I go off script? Because and I had to find that Moleskine. But it was everything else that Cincinnati had to unexpectedly offer along the way that made this particular Saturday so great.
I skipped worked today to go see the Cincinnati Symphony perform The Leningrad with my friend Keaton. Keaton's an orchestra buff, so it was extra fun to have his commentary.
We got the tickets from a guest of Meg's and my Airbnb. The guest is a violist from Cleveland. She was subbing in for the performance.
As a side note, it's lovely to have a musician stay in our home. I walked into the house after work one day to her practicing the viola. It was magical.
Music Hall was quite striking. This was my first time inside since the renovations.
We're fortunate to have, what I learned from Keaton to be, a top ten symphony in our city and such a beautiful venue to watch it from.