Everyday is a running stream of activity. The contrast between the inner stillness at the ashram and walking on the roads is always almost a point of humor. The ashram isn't really quiet either, but there is a remarkable energetic texture. I do wonder at times how I ended up here and how does the essence of my being fit, but the gratitude and ongoing work is enough to know in the mystery. Grace. Year eight.
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