Ok, so, I can do my best. And so what if my mind were an offering. An offering, to… the Queen of our Commonwealth. I’m gazing out over the ice pack strecthing from the rocky shores of Cape Breton. White and blue and rock and height and vista and distance and depth, and only me here to see it, and how to make that a good thing, a really good gift. What with all my training.

The question is the answer, as Trungpa Rinpoche used to say. So I gazed, and did my best to make a good gift of my perception. The question is the answer.