It was an uncanny sight. From left to right they came -- eleven ducks flying low over our snowbound village landscape, V-shaped. I opened my window to greet them, heard the beat of their wings as they flew overhead.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter 2008 ~
The old monk told me: if you have made a mistake, admit it—correct it—and get on. That is what Resurrection means.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Passion Week ~

Friday, March 14, 2008
Not Knowing ~
The old monk said: It is not what we know but what we don't know . . . that effects our life most.
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