H.w.g.a #15

Bright and frosty again this morning and so slippery was it underfoot, and so fragile my back, that Kitty and I went up to the golf-course again for our walk, rather than risk the slope down to the beach.

We were rewarded by some 'sticky-buds', as we used to call them in those far off nature-table days of childhood...

The rest of the day has been quiet, with a little thinking interspersed with a little gym.

Sangharakshita once said, “There are no higher teachings, only deeper understandings.”