Nick, a likeable young fellow who took to coming here on Sundays to practice zazen, bid farewell yesterday. He always seemed serious about Zen practice, but what he was serious about I was never quite sure.
Yesterday, after zazen, he filled me in on his plans to scout the job terrain in North Carolina. I encouraged him to keep up his Zen practice ("but only if you think it's worth it") and was strangely delighted in his new directions. He was the only person who came with any regularity to the zendo in recent times and now he's gone too. I will miss him, but not enough to keep him or harry him in whatever bold adventures his life might hold out.
Go get 'em, tiger!
And ... watch your ass.