It came to me to walk before breakfast, first thing. Perhaps the memory of communal work was calling: at Green Gulch Farm, after zazen meditation, we gathered in the old barn for tea and a muffin, followed by a long silent walk to the lower fields to tend the vegetables we depended on for our livelihood.

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