Comfort for the Apocalypse: Issue 2, What is the everything?
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Sometimes You Think You Need a Compound When What You Really Need Is a Monastery At the foot of a massive rockfall, sits the panabode, as much a part of the landscape as the ferns and mosses that surround it. Through floor to ceiling windows, the towering cliff and ancient cedars are visible, though at the moment I am concentrating on getting the pins and needles out of my feet as I rise stiffly from my knees to stand in preparation for kinhin. Along with 24 other people I bring my hands into prayer position and we bow towards each other. Two wooden blocks clack together, and we file one at a time out the door. We have thirty minutes to slow-walk the trails, one step and then another with attention wide and yet focused on the breath, in and out, in time with our footsteps.
Comfort for the Apocalypse: Issue 2, What is the everything?
Comfort for the Apocalypse: Issue 2, What is…
Comfort for the Apocalypse: Issue 2, What is the everything?
Sometimes You Think You Need a Compound When What You Really Need Is a Monastery At the foot of a massive rockfall, sits the panabode, as much a part of the landscape as the ferns and mosses that surround it. Through floor to ceiling windows, the towering cliff and ancient cedars are visible, though at the moment I am concentrating on getting the pins and needles out of my feet as I rise stiffly from my knees to stand in preparation for kinhin. Along with 24 other people I bring my hands into prayer position and we bow towards each other. Two wooden blocks clack together, and we file one at a time out the door. We have thirty minutes to slow-walk the trails, one step and then another with attention wide and yet focused on the breath, in and out, in time with our footsteps.