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We Are Perpetual Students in the Universal School of Life
As I sit here with my coffee on my left, alongside my cactus named Henrietta and succulent named, ‘E’ for Enigma (because I just can’t figure it out), my heart is almost full. Like 75% full. I feel content and joyful. A solid seventy five percent because I know how fortunate I am to be in the position I am in.
I think about where I am at, in a literal sense. My apartment is situated strategically between three well known supermarkets. Helpful to this foreigner because I don’t have a car. I do love public transportation in Europe, something I was fortunate to never experience growing up in Southern California. I say fortunate because, have you ever experienced traffic and public public transportation in Southern California? It’s a two hour journey for a two mile distance, if that.
The early cool Sunday breeze whisks in to say, hello, as I drink my Lavazza coffee with a splash of almond milk. Purchased at the one of two Italian supermarkets in this country. Which just so happens to be one of my neighboring supermarkets I am nestled in between.
Members of a murder of ravens stop by to also say, ‘hello,’ as I write and begin my day. My favorite German drugstore recently opened down the street from my place, along with an all women’s gym. A stone’s throw from the front door of my apartment building…
