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Diary of a London Buddhist: Our spinning planet. By Kusalasara

By Kusalasara on Wed, 3 Aug, 2016 - 17:18

Diary of a London Buddhist: Our spinning planet. By Kusalasara

By Kusalasara on Wed, 3 Aug, 2016 - 17:18

Winter

A dead fox has been dredged from Regent’s Canal. I too might die like that, in the flush of health by some slight accident. Will death be like that? Humiliating, unexpected? Both, I suppose. It has been raining and there are two drunks up ahead. One calls out to me: ‘Watch out for the snails, Miss’. He is bending over, moving the snails off the path. Sympathy for the downtrodden.

Spring

Spring is hard: it is relentlessly blithe, and I am quite the...