Last Sunday, because my body was not all it might be, I missed a zazen sitting in the zendo, a very rare occurrence when measured against the 10-plus years since I first built the place.
Zazen was important enough in 1998 so that I built the place. I guess that qualifies as serious intent ... money, time, sore muscles and a hundred mistakes, only some of which could be rectified.
It's a nice little house in my eyes, but the importance has somehow bled out. Sometimes I just can't remember all that importance or, if I can, it feels like someone else's importance. There is a place to sit and I don't like to skip Sunday sittings, but the why's and wherefore's and importance are unnecessary extras ... sort of like tassels on loafers.
Who knows -- maybe I'll get out there next Sunday.