Sunday, November 25, 2012

everyone is peculiar

Gotta put a fire under my zazen ass this morning ... get out to the zendo and sit before I take my son back to his college in New Hampshire.

Sundays are my days to visit the zendo. Just checking in with an old friend. With its imperfect insulation and the on-set of chilly weather and my disinclination to be cold, I save my zazen for a warmer clime indoors.

But Sundays, cold or hot, are the days when I visit this old friend. And today I have to do it earlier because my son is on a schedule.

A peculiar imperative, some might say.

I say everyone is peculiar.

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