This post is about Borobudur, my grandmother, and something magical that manifests from the realm of imagination. The “something magical” is always available to us when we soften our grip and allow the dynamic force of life itself to support our journey.
The photographs you see are of Borobudur, a Buddhist temple in Java that I first read about in a letter my grandmother wrote to her sister in 1930, and is an important part of the story in How Patience Works. The photos are from one of her albums.
My grandmother wrote this about Borobudur: