I’m embarrassed to admit it, but this is just about my favorite week of the year. Once again, Jan & I pack up our zafus and head out to the Worcester temple for sesshin, leaving auntie in charge of the cats, birds & fish. (God help ’em…) Looking forward to some serious practice with some old friends and new.
Now, as our cousin in the Dharma, the Zen teacher Bernie Glassman points out we Buddhists aren’t all that good with melody. But there is a song in this project. No doubt.
And so here’s one from a Hindu friend that speaks to the heart of our practice and, I think, what all this sitting leads to…
See you soon!