The Living School • Day Four
30 seconds into walking meditation and I find myself on fully bended knees in the wet grass of a public park. Head bowed. Eyes closed. Arms outstretched in the turf on either side of me. Fingers spread and plunged in dirt. Praying, listening, hoping Mother Earth would reveal herself to me. Moments slide by. Nothing. I listen harder. Still, nothing. No revelation. No mystical moment. Just me in a public park with wet knees and dirty fingers. In GR, I could get arrested for thi