Finding Refuge in the Face of Change and Loss

When he woke up afterwards, he had the distinct impression that he had never lost his mother. So he stepped out of the monastery hut and began walking among the tea plants. He still felt her presence by his side. As tiknot han footed, he said, all i had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face,. or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time. We'll close with a brief reflection right now. This brief reflection is called finding refuge in the face of change and loss.