Thank you all both for reading my somewhat self indulgent meanderings and for helping the Wind-in-Grass sangha open its doors for the first time.
There was a beautiful ceremony hidden in the middle of practice: David Weinstein scattered salt and beatitudes over the building and the sangha. The doors were open and cushions and hearts full.
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