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July 16, 2019


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Jennifer Woodhull

I once heard that the great Zen master Dogen, when he looked at a plum blossom, enjoyed it at a more profound level than most of us would, precisely because of its fleeting impermanence. Looks as though you have some of that same capacity …

Rachel Maizes

Such a beautiful post. Thank you.

Kathy Kaiser

Jennifer, it is hard to look at all these flowers, with new species replacing the old ones almost weekly, without getting a lesson in impermanence. Thank you.

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