The afternoon is spent lost in prayers for whiksey and missing him and praying to meet him again and again each lifetime. I very much consider him a Teacher of mine, in patience and self control.

I think that will always be the case.

The nuns of chukchikjall and a few monks are chnating pujas on the nice cd I got a while back, second copy.

Birds are also singing. The sun is here but today is rather cool nonetheless.