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Cascadian Zen on Quadra Island Event

August 12, 2024
Veronica Martinez

August 26 Cascadian Zen on Quadra Island

A launch of Cascadian Zen Volume One with readings by Jan Zwicky, Robert Bringhurst, Paul Nelson, Jason Wirth, and Adelia MacWilliam.

DATE: August 26, 2024 
TIME: 7-9 PM
LOCATION:
Community Hall
970 West Road
Quadra Island, B.C.

Quadra Island Poster

1 Comment

  1. R. Pyx Sutherland

    Sadly, I missed your first event, but certainly look forward to anything you are hosting in the future. If there is a mailing list, would you add my email?
    Also happy to offer ensō/zen brush work from my site
    With best wishes and appreciation for your delightful work
    Thank you,
    pyx

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