has begun at Emperor's. A less difficult transition than expected. Several visits from a young woman who peeks in, walks to the back of the room, lingers a bit then turns and leaves quietly. Really? It seems so, Sensei joined me at the second sitting and remarked on her, so there it is.
Peggy's table runner is keeping the sacred among the mundane, not an altar but an echo of one. And the stone pig is festive with a new pair of wings that Sensei found at Goodwill for me:
(The pig is a feature of room D, not something added for the meditation)
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