Dear Friends, Two passages come to mind when I reflect on the just-ended November. The first, this passage from Jaiya John’s tall glass of sweet refreshment, “Daughter Drink This Water”: “Do not look for me in the market, bartering in clouds of confusion over things that do not exist. I am on my knees in the soul garden, where truth sings and flowers and flows, and has its eternal way with me.”
November in Retrospect
November in Retrospect
November in Retrospect
Dear Friends, Two passages come to mind when I reflect on the just-ended November. The first, this passage from Jaiya John’s tall glass of sweet refreshment, “Daughter Drink This Water”: “Do not look for me in the market, bartering in clouds of confusion over things that do not exist. I am on my knees in the soul garden, where truth sings and flowers and flows, and has its eternal way with me.”