Not that anyone knew I was gone...
May. 6th, 2007 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanBut I'm back.
Among other healthy, happy, and non-writing things, I spent a day at the Zen Mountain Monastery. Not my answer (or even my path to the answer) but an interesting and informative stop along the Way.* And any monastery that's housed in a 1920's era stone building is going to have my love. Even if the arisen Christ carved into the side of the building (a remnant of its original purposing) is sommat.... startling)
Also, zazen is rather remarkably like hunt seat, in a surprising number of ways. Except you're looking off and in, not ahead. And no matter what the belief system, all sermons/readings go on exactly five and a half minutes too long.
Meanwile, the felines have almost forgiven me for slutting around with Kobe (my sister's Burmese, who decided I was his new snuggle-toy.). Although I suspect another can of the kitty-crack may be required to wipe that twitch off Pandora's ears.
And I have once again renewed my love affair with white burgundies. Dom. Corsin Saint-Veran 2004 is love. Better, it's inexpensive love.
Oh yeah, and the writing.
Daughter of the Sea, start of week 2
*and I may have to buy a zafu, as I think my customary "girl, with laptop" crosslegged pose could only benefit...
Among other healthy, happy, and non-writing things, I spent a day at the Zen Mountain Monastery. Not my answer (or even my path to the answer) but an interesting and informative stop along the Way.* And any monastery that's housed in a 1920's era stone building is going to have my love. Even if the arisen Christ carved into the side of the building (a remnant of its original purposing) is sommat.... startling)
Also, zazen is rather remarkably like hunt seat, in a surprising number of ways. Except you're looking off and in, not ahead. And no matter what the belief system, all sermons/readings go on exactly five and a half minutes too long.
Meanwile, the felines have almost forgiven me for slutting around with Kobe (my sister's Burmese, who decided I was his new snuggle-toy.). Although I suspect another can of the kitty-crack may be required to wipe that twitch off Pandora's ears.
And I have once again renewed my love affair with white burgundies. Dom. Corsin Saint-Veran 2004 is love. Better, it's inexpensive love.
Oh yeah, and the writing.
Daughter of the Sea, start of week 2
*and I may have to buy a zafu, as I think my customary "girl, with laptop" crosslegged pose could only benefit...
