American Buddhist Perspectives
The usual for springtime in Montana. We see sunshine and even, dare I say, warmth breaking through the days of grey and stunning storms rolling over and through the mountain peaks standing out so clear in the distance.
To the north, the drama of storms coming and going. And this same day, traveling south a bit, the sun blessed two intrepid hikers and a smiling, fearful shepherd named Twist. That night the snow blanketed the whole valley, thick and wet and heavy.
But by midday, the gutters were awash with melt-water and a robin flew in to survey the damage.
And not long after, a meadowlark joined in too.
I had expected to be back in England by now, but paperwork got the best of me and I’m here stateside a bit longer. Not that I mind too much, it’s a beautiful time to be home.
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