I started off today at 7 am. After breakfast, I walked down past the nursery and the gardens, through the gate, past the horses, and toward the beach. Then I took a left and climbed the Pirates Cove trail. I stood at the top of the bluff, wanting to be God but being happy with only being myself.
I moved rooms today from the Wheelwright to the Guest House -- there was a mixup with my booking. Not too much of a big deal, though I miss my private bathroom. One of the monks (staff members? I'm not sure the exact title, though he is a very nice guy) told me that the Guest House was built Japanese-style, without a nail. I said: "That's a lot of duct tape." Then later I started wondering about earthquake safety. Jewish Zen.
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