Somehow, January seems to have slipped from my perception of space and time. But I'm still calm and put together - if not more so than most of months of late. For what it's worth, both my desk at work and apartment are organized and I've practiced for a minimum of 45 minutes every day. How have I managed to do this? The practice, all the travel, all the activities and visits, and work?
I found my answer while reading on the commuter rail from Boston to So. Attleboro last Monday:
"The secret of this kind of climbing," said Japhy, " is like Zen. Don't think. Just dance along. It's the easiest thing in the world, actually easier than walking on flat ground which is monotonous. The cute little problems present themselves at each step and yet you never hesitate and you find yourself on some other boulder you picked out for no special reason at all, just like Zen." Which it was.
- Kerouac, Jack. The Dharma Bums. The Viking Press: 1958; ed. Penguin Books: New York, 2006. p. 48.