Marc Preston Moss
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Marc Preston Moss has spent the past thirty years as a designer and instructor in the marching arts. He is also a student of Tibetan Buddhism and serves as a participating teacher at the Indiana Buddhist Center in Indianapolis, Indiana.
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Her Name Was . . . Dropspin?
Sitting at home alone while my boyfriend was off on long work trips, I decided that our house needed a four-legged family member. I should bite my tongue for saying that a gay man can watch the Golden Girls only so much before needing the vacancy on the sofa beside him filled, but that’s where I was in my head. However, not since my teen years had I cared for a pet in any of the places that I lived, and the more I considered it the more I longed for a furry buddy.
By Marc Preston Moss5 years ago in Petlife
Rainbow Body
Most Americans with whom I’ve spoken throughout the past two decades regard Buddhism as a peaceful tradition, full of methods to engender a holistic lifestyle of mindful living. Others see it as an alternative to the Judeo-Christian worldview, attracting hippies and fad diet fanatics. Few, however, think ‘religion’ when considering Buddhism. With the Dalai Lama promoting interfaith—open dialogue with many of the world’s religious leaders—in order to spread the human necessities of love, compassion, forgiveness, tolerance, and harmony, it’s no wonder that the more mysterious side of Buddhism has been little more than a blip on the radar of global consciousness.
By Marc Preston Moss5 years ago in Longevity
Above and Beyond
Phillip Kincaid kindly thanked the buxom young hostess who saw him to his table. The swishing of her black skirt as she walked away caught his eye and made him shake his head unnoticeably and with moderate disapproval. “Times have changed,” he said to himself, remembering the tuxedoed maître d’ from his first visit to The Chateau sixty years earlier. Though the charming little restaurant still had much of its original allure—including the three crystal chandeliers in the middle of the main dining room—his uninterrupted annual visits bore witness to the abandoning of its glory years of formal dining into what Phillip’s surviving college classmates referred to as “a quaint dive.”
By Marc Preston Moss5 years ago in Humans
