A morning of dharma sharing with a sangha sister — laughter, poetry, curiosities, understanding — over “bumpy” drinks (can’t call it a smoothie, she quipped, when you throw in carob chips). Celestial paintings and wildflower petals torch brightly against a cloudy-heavy sky. I depart with gifts of bodhicitta in hand and heart.
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