Woke early! Our days at Sesshin begin at 4 a.m. , so I've been practicing. Shortly, heading to Saturna Island for our 5-day Zen Meditation Retreat. Watching the sun turn the moisture on the shingles of the garage into steam. Earlier, a crescent moon, God's thumbnail, hung in a clear, dark sky. The wondrous roarings of heaven and earth rocked this world yesterday and the day before. The lightning bolts, a dazzling display of nature's art and the rumbling music of thunder. And oh the rain, big, beautiful, lazily splashing raindrops sending forth that memorable fragrance.
All the senses soak up this one amazing experience of life. Oh how blessed to be here now on earth in this body!
.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
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