“I miss being a monk. Not while retail therapy shopping at TJ Maxx or downing a second Moose Drool at the El Cerrito theatre, but plenty of other times, for sure. There was such ample time and space, if I could simply remember it was so. It felt luxurious, restorative, blessed. And aside from writing this book, it’s the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done.”

– mk nelson
urban love monk, chapter IX