This month, snapshots of Japan seen from the eyes of an earnest, fumbling Zen pilgrim, practicing releasing what I think I need to learn with every step.
One note: Upon my return home, I found myself back in hospice, helping change a woman’s dressings, dying far too young at the tender age of sixty-one. Speaking with her mother who’s in her late seventie…
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