In Our Own Back Yard

It is a great privilege to be able to travel and to experience and witness what is made especially exciting to us by virtue of its difference.  If we are open to it, though, we really need go not much further than our own back yards — I use that the term back yard metaphorically as I don’t really have one — or to shut our eyes and sit for meditation to witness the wondrous.

Lunchtime walk after the storm blew through.


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