Zen and the Art of Nonprofit Technology
JULY 6, 2012
I do remember why I left land, why I left the open doors (literally and figuratively), why I left the free flow of quiet into my heart. watch the fawn and it's mother, grazing in the short, scrubby, yellow grass beyond the house. They don't seem to mind our watching them, although they are wary. I wonder if we thought of them as tonight's dinner, would they notice? Would they skitter and jump into the trees just from the energy of those thoughts? .