A friendly middle-aged man tells me to take my shoes off. He speaks in a hushed voice."You're new?" he asks.I nod.He shows me where to put my coat and directs me to a large, open room that smells like incense. A petite woman with long brown hair is sitting on a blanket, cross-legged, with her eyes closed.I know this serene women must be Margaret Fletcher. She's…
May 10, 2011