It was a little over one year ago when I announced to my friend Matt that I dislike flowers. Flowers in general. I believe I called them “too ostentatious.” Heh. Joke’s on me now, I guess. This spring, the beauties at the meditation center (completely barren when I arrived; then a paradise a few weeks later) just sucked in all my attention like dainty little nuclear-strength vacuums. This helped me to stay present, especially when meditation got hard. This is my thanks to them. Wassup, y’all.
Kloncke 