Summer is drawing to its end, and I have no answer. Perhaps that is the answer, as always: Pen moving across page, fingers tapping keys, letters, then words, then phrases. Not looking forward or back, just the loop of what is at hand, stroked in black ink.
Rain today, contre toute attente, and after a night of somewhat stifling heat that had had me tossing over and over in my bed. Was convinced in reverie that it was all due to biological or psychological turmoil, when in fact it was just hot, the temperature had just not descended with the sun. Contre [...]
Coming and going again. Corsica was a marvelous Mediterranean gem. A perfect nine days wandering amid turquoise sea, white sand, rugged mountains. Kindness also bountiful. Now for something completely different: Normandy for final summer retreat. More joys and much else to come. Always returning, wherever I go.
Out of Bounds: The Bodhisattva’s Way Since yesterday I’ve been thinking about a question someone asked: Is there ever any mention of compassion in this Zen practice? Is there any emphasis on compassion? I was thinking about how best to address that question, all the while asking myself that question. I have many answers for [...]
As we sit in the cool room in the midday heat, the roof cracks and creaks overhead. I am filled with a swelling love for this beautiful building, its selfless giving of itself so that we may have shelter from the elements. In fact, it just sits with us and we just sit with it. [...]