We’re celebrating 20 years of S&H, and I find myself sorting through old stories, trying to make sense of things. What’s real? What matters? What did I miss? In the movies, a Japanese Zen master picks up his longbow and eventually becomes one with the arrow and one with the target until—sthwit—arrow and target become one. Bull’s-eye! But I grew up with a Japanese Zen priest in our basement, so I got to travel beyond the target—and climb the fence and experience the silence of a lost arrow. So much meditating and he missed! At 16, that was all the Zen I needed to know. (That was before we could actually see the ways the brain is reshaped by such quiet hard work.) But it wasn’t until I told my story of the missed arrow to the famed Tassajara bread maker and Zen priest Edward Brown that I finally realized that Zen really isn’t the disembodied practice I always thought. I learned a lot and hope you will, too. Other thoughts have evolved as well. My first magazine article, in 1981, reported a study showing that the secret to keeping memories intact in old age is a heathy cardiovascular …