“It was a couple of springs ago. I was driving into New York City from New Jersey on one of those crowded, fast-moving turnpikes you enter it by,” writes Frederick Buechner. “It was very warm. There was brilliant sunshine, and…
Listening to Your Life
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Someone left this book in my mailbox – wrapped in a ribbon – the other day. Thank you friend, whoever you are. I’m not reading one meditation at a time. I’m gulping down 4 or 5, then taking a few…