The many gifts around us

Today is the fifteenth day of the first month of the year that the albatross visited the northern hall. Every now and again I spend my morning writing time going through my list of “doctrines,” as I’ve called them. It’s a magical process. I say that because when I do this exercise, I somehow always manage to find the one thought that will unravel the knot into which my mind has been tying itself.

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