When Mr. Fuji designed our Japanese garden, I learned that bamboo symbolizes enlightenment because it moves and sways.  Yesterday I walked to a bench near my home and listened to the wind talking through the trees.  I understood that enlightenment is movement; movement is enlightenment. Listening is movement; attention is grace.

Mark Twain said: I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Yesterday I started Andre Dubus III’s book, Such Kindness and read all the way through until midnight.  The main character discovers we’re here to “play” the game.  My father always spoke of work as play.  It’s about our attitude as we listen to and move with the dance of the wind, and see our partners in this game we share, listen to them, receive them, as we play with the cards we are dealt.

I sit on a bench absorbing the words.
Blackberries to come
A new wreath, necklace, lei
Dappled
Bursting
A neighbor’s cat

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