The book says, “Breathe! You Are Alive.” And for once, I didn’t argue. This morning, after feeding the kittens, I stepped barefoot into the back garden, coffee in hand, Kindle open to a quiet teaching….
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Wretched is the Mind
Montaigne: We are never ‘at home’: we are always outside ourselves. Fear, desire, hope, impel us towards the future; they rob us of feelings and concerns for what now is, in order to spend time…