After a year, I found the perfect place to practice meditation on Sunday mornings.
No, it is not inside a Buddhist sangha. Instead, the format of Quaker early service provides an ideal setting.
A new page has been created to tell the story. You can find it here.
And if you never read my post about meditation at Pebble Hill church in Doylestown, you can catch that one here.
My mother’s account of life with Virgil and the birth of all three sons has finally been posted. You can read the final part at Part VIII.
The photo at the bottom of this post captures my grandfather, Mason, and grandmother, Grace, with their five offspring: Gladys, Richard, Grace Wiley, Bill and my mother, Thelma.
Oh yes, the small interloper sitting on a log is yours truly. Alice placed this family picture in a frame, and it sits prominently on my dresser bureau.
