Sunday, a day when I generally leave a little niche for zazen in the zendo, came like any other yesterday.
On this Sunday, for the first time in years and years, I didn't do zazen. Little and large, the determination that pointed the way in the past was simply not there, though I could feel it feeling a bit bereft.
I could make excuses or give explanations, but excuses and explanations never explained much.
Time passes. Things come and go. The special and unspecial eventually rest and flow and ... well, I just thought I'd mention it.
Same, different ... the forecast says it will be hot today.