In The Bunker

My daughter said it best the other day. "Winter makes me want to hibernate like a bear!" It is grey here most of the winter, in addition to the snow. Some mornings it is hard to get to the zendo at 5:45 AM, and I madly dash to get my robe on before the strike of the han.

Thanks to comments on previous posts, I am again looking at all those ten-thousand householder things as integral to practice and the Way. As Dogen said, the point of doing zazen is not just to do zazen. Life is zazen is mu is practice. Be mu in every one of those ten thousand things. Hard to realize that sometimes. Gassho!