We Don’t Know What We Don’t Know: The Practice of a Lay Monk
It is five in the morning and I am cleaning the floor in the monastery. I hate cleaning floors. I hate waking up early. How did I get here?
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By Site Default
It is five in the morning and I am cleaning the floor in the monastery. I hate cleaning floors. I hate waking up early. How did I get here?
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By Lauren Taus
I sat with palm trees behind me, having coffees with my brother and his wife on his 36th birthday. This was our tiny reprieve, our guilty pleasure... Read more