The ghost of Joan Miro apparently surfaced on the Lower East Side long enough to paint this wall, which even comes with its own frame. I quite like it.
Several weeks ago I agreed to write an article for the Zendo newsletter about my trip to Botswana last summer. I was a little concerned about it, because I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to relate Africa to Zen practice. But as it turned out, when I sat down and finally put my mind to it, it all came together pretty well. (It's a good thing that ultimately everything is practice, right?) When it comes out in the newsletter I'll share the link with you.
Meanwhile, my friend Jesse posted a photo of me taking photos. I think I need a shave.
It's very hard to type when you're lying in bed with a cup of coffee at your side and a cat on your chest.
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