I’ve only peeked at emails twice since coming to sesshin.
The tragic event in Knoxville haunts as I follow the ancient rhythms of retreat life…
Getting up in the dark…
Walking to the meditation hall…
Sitting…
Teacher meeting student…
A meal…
More sitting…
More meeting…
A meal…
Liturgy…
A talk from the center of things…
More sitting…
More meeting…
A meal…
More sitting…
More meeting…
More sitting…
A close…
A walk in the dark…
Sleep…
In the midst of all this, many, many encounters, mostly with the contours of my own heart mind, but also briefly, with others… Here in Southern New Hampshire, our facility is hard on a pond inhabited by very spoiled ducks.
Quack!
Quack!
The Dharma calls…
Knowing such sadness down the hill…
Knowing such joy in the midst of such painful knees…
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