Does time pass? Or is time just another deluded illusion of our lost little minds?
Be that as it may, I thought I'd better update this blog at least once in 2011.
Our beautiful Zendo in the mountains is no more. The lovely serene space with its elegant tans and zafus (sitting accomodations) has been torn out and recycled. The room will be a rec room or something similar I suspect.
Unpleasantness among the exalted resulted in our Roshis turning elsewhere. I assume the philosophy that they so warmly shared still accompanies them.
I would not mourn the passing of the Zendo if I were the Buddhist I would like to be. After all, attachment is an undesirable quality. If I stay in the ever-gone moment I will remember with affection, nothing more.
