The other side of slipping the traps of culture is the sadness of being isolated from the sangha I lived in for 28 years. It doesn’t have to be this way. I’m reading the Sangha Sutra and feeling inspired by the idea of being woven back into the fabric of the sangha. Two old friends are visiting in the next two days. The Sangha Sutra Verse says
Stitch by stitch, breath by breath,/I take up the practice of sewing the Sangha Sutra. /When seams rip apart and tears appear,/I take up the practice of mending.
That’s what I want to do this week.
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