I posted this in the Buddhism subreddit since it was guided by Theravada bhikkunis, but I'd like a wider perspective too. We were doing a guided active meditation last night with the bhikkunis, and after the guide talked through devas residing in their…
‘That thing behind the door was so filthy, so repugnant, that I couldn’t imagine anyone I could call for help.’ Fiction by Marie Darrieussecq, translated by Penny Hueston.
