Ok so I’m a dog and that’s not so bad really. Life is basic and simple. I eat, I poop, I secretly possess Buddha nature. Like you, I often find myself distracted in Zazen overwhelmed by discursive thoughts and philosophical meanderings about whether Toto was gay or whether we dogs would have built a vast and complex civilization of our own if we weren’t so obsessed with our ability to lick ourselves.
As the official Tassajara mascot I am also a Zen practitioner. Being a dog in the Soto school gives me a few more options. I like 'just sitting' (j: Shikentaza) but I also like 'just rolling over' and 'just lying down'. Lets face it, my great ancestor dog-en was a genius.
So lets get down to the business at hand: This fire and when the assembled fire authorities will be done lifting their collective legs to put it out! Any one out there with an answer?
It took me a long time to create this blog today and my paws are tired. We are over at Jean Marie's and she is making us dinner. I like blogging on her macbook, its authentic graphic user interface is so superior to Alec's ancient Windows laptop.
Today I had to spend an hour in the dreaded kennel while Alec went to his noon AA meeting. Later we went for a walk along the San Lorenzo River levy with Jean Marie. There is so much petrified poo to sniff there..it was great!
So I will sign off for now. Life here is uneventful. I am sorry that my descriptions sometimes suffer from the limitations of canine conceptual thought. After all, if I could speak you wouldn't understand a word I'd have to say. All in all we are well.
But we miss Tassajara. And it wouldn't be so bad except that a brief tour around the SFZC and Sitting with Fire sites and a few well placed phone calls disclosed that Monkey Bat was allowed back into Tassajara. DAMN YOU MONKEY BAT!!!!!!!!!!
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