I got up, went to the bathroom. Then, I strode back across the cold floor and immediately grabbed the heating pad and an extra blanket -- and crawled back into bed. I hadn't planned on falling back to sleep.
Zen master Baoche of Mt. Mayu was fanning himself. A monk approached and said, "Master, the nature of wind is permanent and there is no place it does not reach. Why, then, do you fan yourself?"
Well, I'm certainly no Zen master. Although I moved on to different forms a number of years ago, I'm still a devoted fan of Dogen's Master Baoche. At this stage of the journey Practice seems inextricable from Life itself. As I wander along, it's clear to me that I'm in it for the long haul, which at age 68, ain't as long as it used to be. Yet, this is, after all, the only dance there is. I intend to bop 'til I drop. That's good enough for me.
So, I'm off to Sit with the #OMG! (#Occupy Meditation Group!) at our Noon Peace Vigil on the Town Commons. That'll keep me on the streets and in trouble.
How about you?
(The Wednesday Circle does not meet again until, Wednesday, May 7. So there is another week to contemplate the "Four Reminders"of the First Point of the Lojong Teachings before we move on to Point Two with the second slogan. See A Layman Looks at Lojong)