“Memory is a liar. It’s a heap of dog-eared, smudged, incessantly revised fictions.”

— Peter Schjeldahl

Back to work tomorrow and it’s my weekend to work. Here’s hoping the sun keeps shining and the land gets a chance to dry out a bit. It’s so saturated that even the slightest rain can flood the roads.

There must always be humour. Some way, somehow humour must be allowed.

Zen doesn’t answer questions, it dissolves them.

It’s a beautiful day out there. A walk across the fields in the sunshine for coffee seems like a good idea.

“Meditation is not about becoming a better person or a more spiritual person. It’s about becoming a more honest person.”

— Barry Magid, Ordinary Mind Zendo

Yew tunnel.

I enjoy Day One Journal’s On This Day feature popping up, as it does, entries from years past. The older the entries the more I don’t recognise the author. Many seem written by someone I can barely relate to, someone completely different which, in one sense, is true.

“You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.”

— Samuel Beckett, Happy Days

“The point of Zen is not to escape life, but to live it completely, to taste fully the richness, the sweetness, the bitterness, the sourness, and the umami of every moment.”

— Barry Magid, Ordinary Mind Zendo

The brook is back to running low and clear now.

It’s relatively easy to live with other people compared to living openly and honestly with oneself.

Whatever a tree does, whatever a fly does, whatever the sea does, whatever a penguin does, whatever a star does; we’re busy doing our version of it.

After the floods.

“Meditation/ contemplation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.”

— Alan Watts

I like being in art galleries in the same way I like being in churches. And I like having no idea why.