It’s Sunday and what was my Zendo? my High Mass? Fresh air, vigorous exercise, and a wilderness path calling again. A day to greet both the sun and stormy dust drenched sky, with the urge to yell out “Hey! Have you heard the incredible news? The Universe is actually not ran by ‘a’ petty god(s)or mean spirited demons, or angelic forces, nor any supernatural, or quasi new age forces, vying for those illusional souls (and of course for money..deities are always short on either blood or money). Rather the universe is filled with beautiful natural laws and elements that move and flow and unfold, seemingly dance and stream through a near endless expanding space, combining and recombining to create countless forms and possibilities…and sometimes they come together and naturally emerge into wonders like earths full of oceans and cells and DNA filled life forms that create culture, art, songs, stories, and compassion. And those components of this weaving you call “you” will also deconstruct, reconstruct and evolve themselves for millennia in an ever expanding cosmic flow.
(inspired by a quote the author of which I have lost)