Seven days a week. Meditation-ceremonies-meals-community teas-business meetings-more meals and teas-washing up-walking in the rain-talking in the rain….singing in the rain! Then there is doing laundry-washing self-preparing for ceremonies-cleaning boots-sewing robes-answering emails-multiple refuge phone calls-lay ministry business. Not to mention-medical appointments-driving people to the airport-delivering cars for repair-shopping-non medical appointments. Yes and there is sleep too. Seven nights a week.

Then there is writing for Jade Mountains. This has to be in my spare time. This tends to be when everybody else is asleep. Everybody else is asleep!

Now that I’ve landed back in the monastery again postings are likely to be less frequent and responding to comments will be patchy at best. I’ll do my best to do what I can though. And thank you for leaving your comments by the way, all of them.

This came in an email in response to the posting, Postcards from Norfolk. It is published here in gratitude and with permission.

blue sky
wet sand
briny smell
lone monk
kinhin
grain of sand
miraculous knowing.

I was, am and will be enlightened instantaneously with the universe.

in gratitude,

We all have the words, it’s a matter of letting them flow out. Existence enters us and it is the way of things that existence flows out. Like waves, like the tides.