When I stopped waiting for something “significant” to happen, and instead began noticing what WAS happening, not what I wished was happening, a series of small miracles occurred.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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