My beloved clarinet stopped working about a year after I left my old teaching job—a particularly difficult time in my life.

During this third trip, however, I wasn’t quite yet experiencing that deep sense of sacred presence. Thinking North Beach might be where God was hiding, I set out on my own after morning service at the Abbey.

The other day my teenage son burst into my home office while I was in the middle of a Zoom video conference with people from across the country. "Mom!! Ella laid an egg!!"