American Chronicle

IT’S cherry blossom time in my Japanese garden. My sakura trees are showering the stream and the little red bridge which runs over it with a gentle blizzard of petals.
When I sit in this tranquil haven and meditate, my thoughts often carry me back to the family home we shared at the foot of Mt Fuji when our children were very young.
I often daydream of being in Japan in springtime — and when the chance came to lecture at a seminar in Tokyo this month, I leapt at it.

American Chronicle