Bowing To The Seasons

From the green leaves of spring and summer to the crinkly brown of autumn and winter

The sun is shining out of a clear blue sky here in Lancaster. We have already sung happy birthday, 80th at that, and now it’s presents and cards and laughter and fun. Later I’ll land in a town on the edge of the Lake District where I will be house-sitting until spring time. When the leaves will be budding out and I’ll no doubt be packing ready to travel again.

One of the joys of being part of a community is seeing children grow into adults and become parents themselves. And seeing fellows mature and mellow and grow in depth. Lay/monastic community, side by side and one behind the other – at the same time. We say that there is always a Buddha senior to us. This is about humility, and about bowing. I bow to my dear friend, and her partner too.

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