How polishing the floors had given me a deep connection with the temple buildings, and also with the trees that gave wood for the floorboards, and the monks who had scrubbed them for hundreds of years before me. How weeding and raking the moss in the garden helped me understand that what’s important is not finishing a task but rather just doing it, completely. Doing connects me to this moment, this weed, this patch of moss. This moment is my real life. I am not separate from this moment, or from the floorboards, or the trees, or the monks, or the weeds. And then the weeds grow back, and that’s
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