My friend Greg--of photo fame--spent some time at Thich Nhat Hahn's Plum Village a few years ago, and was fond of quoting him, "I have arrived, I am at home."
It's sometimes good to remember that, particularly when I'm having a squirrelly day.
Like today: I didn't quite make it to Dorothy Day or Thomas Merton in class, and now I need to go read yet more about Lutheran theories of atonement (which seems to be my latest "hobby").
Usually, however, the arrival of Mr. Miro means that something has gone awry.
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