a letter from jaya newsletter july 2010
One thousand white petals on the curving concrete path to the hall.
The retreat at le Moulin in France last week had the texture of cream: a smooth, rich, light.
It rained every day, the river nearly rose out of its bed, and depth in the meditation hall seemed to bloom and flow out of people's dedicated lives.
Spreading out across the countryside instead of the foaming, brown river.
Thank you to everyone who was there, and who has come before, to make such a thing possible in this world.