Here’s a page from my diary. Don’t laugh… you have a diary too, don’t you?
The “pure land / my heaven my home” rif comes from a round that Grace taught us during YTT. It came to memory and welcomed me home, like the long walks in the bare fields did, for this summer-swadhyaya-sabbatical in my hometown. What to grow?
Desire cracks the stiff hull of these seeds that wants to sprout. Aint no shame in it. #beginnersmind