Taking a break from writing about mindful eating, I found myself in the kitchen eating from a spoon filled with peanut butter and jelly.
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Like many of my other posts, I am writing this from a place where I am alone yet surrounded by dozens of other people. This particular morning I am in a coffee house in Burlington, VT.
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Dear Friends, I found this poem in my files, written one recent fall day, thought you might enjoy it:
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I recently learned the sanskrit word for bowl, patra. During the Buddha's time, monks and nuns took their patra on alms rounds.
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