flannel secrets

It’s been so cold up here in the attic nearly all the days it’s been home, and in the coffee shop Tuesday I felt in a coat pocket for a gel pen and came out with a $50 Amazon gift card each of us on the Y membership team received for meeting a membership goal my last month there, and there it was, and I googled how to use it and so ordered a very nice set of flannel sheets and they arrived 6pm Wednesday and it was so warm yesterday at 6pm I was kind of almost sweating while I put them on. Life in a northern town.

So, for your enjoyment,

here’s the official greeter when I come home to 2819 these days. If there’s an explanation, I haven’t asked. Sort of a James Taylor, “Don’t let me be lonely tonight,”

I don’t know what else to tell you, if I’ve told you anything at all. There’s a Koan where Manjusri, who’s the enactment of wisdom, announces to the gathering of followers that the Buddha is going to take the high seat and express the Dharma, like get ready for a big deal, kids, and the Buddha takes the high seat and sits there in silence a few moments and steps down. I like this quote from translator Shishin Wick Roshi – “What more could he say?” I’m betting the skeleton digs that.

Here’s another line from a Koan translation, this one from David Hinton – “all those secrets Lord Sun simply won’t stop rising to reveal.”

Flannel sheets in a heat wave; front-door greeter like California me, hold the Amazon freebie; Lord Sun sharing a secret sauce just rolling around heaven. And Sweet Baby James: