For 12 years beginning in 2006, Michael sent out a letter to his Miksang students talking about his visual adventures walking through a deserted Toronto downtown on Christmas day. He would include a gallery of images of what he saw on his walk. No color, texture, no assignments, nothing we had ever seen before or thought we would photograph before. It was always freeing for us to be shown that truly the final stage of Miksang practice is no practice at all, just shooting what meets our untethered mind.