I spent New Year’s Eve at a tiny, run down Buddhist monastery in the heart of the Devon hills.
While I was there I met a man called Pete. Pete lived and worked at the monastery. He’d suffered a head injury years ago and spoke very slowly and quietly. I had to lean right in to hear him. He took a long time to express himself, and at first I tried to avoid him- because I wanted to be alone. Continue reading “Unexpected gifts”