This week was a struggle in a lot of ways. But now that it’s over, it’s as if it never happened at all.

Life is strange like that. It passes through like water: at first it shocks and hurts, but then it slips away, smooth as silk (or tofu).

Or strange like pumpkin ice cream with pineapple topping.

Tomorrow we are having a retreat at Santa Cruz. Nine steps away from the beach! But NorCal beaches are cold.