Friday, April 7, 2023

         The rain is back.  It is never going away. Today I will get wet when I go to McGowan house to give a short talk at Brown Bag Zen.  I do not have an umbrella.  I have never needed one. But life has changed.  Not only am I in the middle of cancer treatment, we now live in a water soaked town.

         My mind is filled with ideas on for this talk. So many experiences in the last three years. I am making an outline to bring with me in case I forget. I will have another chance to talk on May 13 when Guy and I have a public conversation about old age, sickness and death. The information is now up at Monterey Bay Zen Center website.

         I am in the middle of CUTTING FOR STONE book. It is fast paced and satisfying. More books are piling up.  I am also reading SEVERAL SHORT SENTENCES ABOUT WRITING by Verlyn Klinkenborg.

I hear doves this week, cooing and calling to each other. They sound a bit like owls. My front yard has a colony of unseen creatures.  I see piles of fresh dirt and holes when I walk to the mail box. Our world is so alive. My back yard is a vibrant meadow with wild grasses and flowers.