The journey of one hundred thousand paces begins with
I try to have a few more meditations on Christmas Eve. It’s a good feeling as the world slows down and becomes a little more reflective.
With the sun setting below the hills, I closed my door and burnt some incense. The pungent fragrance filling the room. Settled in the chair I felt unusually receptive for meditation. I started to chant AUM, AUM, AUM … – when from above, I heard an unexpected sound.
“The journey of one hundred thousand paces begins with a flat tyre and a broken fan-belt.” (more…)