It was mid-morning and I was punch-drunk from the blur of time that had swirled by ever since arriving at my teacher’s house the day before. I had not spoken with Jerry for over a year and it did not matter – it never does with those to whom one is deeply connected – and I’ve been soul connected with Jerry for a long time……many times perhaps. Who knows?
I met Jerry at a meeting for folks interested in the teachings of Rudolph Steiner (Montessori schools). Needless to say there were just the three of us and I was the only one in attendance that had no clue who Rudolph Steiner was. That didn’t matter either. I didn’t go to that meeting to find out – I went to meet Jerry. That was 35 years ago give or take. He was my first friend in a new home town and…
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The Way of the Flower 