Here I am on retreat in Portugal, amid ribbons of highways, under brilliant sun overlooking Coimbra.
Great sitting all day altogether. Someone said this morning he was happy to be here and thanked me for coming. I told him the same thing.
Meanwhile, a fly has been hanging around in my room since Friday night. Wonder why he doesn’t go out. I guess he’s doing what we all do, buzzing around and around in our little spaces, not realizing the endless world is all around.