don’t bother the traffic

In last night’s Koan group, it’s been a shining anchor on this journey, I stayed behind to meditate again when everyone else went off to the discussion groups. Out the window behind me as I type now I could hear the continuous sound of traffic on Cesar Chavez Blvd. Sitting, otherwise in quiet, it came to me that Tuesday/yesterday is/was Cesar Chavez day – which may be a California thing. It came with the calendar in the other room.

Also while sitting I flashed on a time with my great friend Dr. Doug Martin, with whom I went to a downtown meeting for then Los Angeles state Assemblyman Gray Davis, and that morning got to shake the hand of Cesar Chavez. It was the late ’70’s or the early ’80’s. And, drifting in meditation, the time at Salem State College when a bunch of us were picketing a local store in support of the grape boycott and the store’s owner came running out with a gun and chased us away.

I’m just telling you this. Fact, fact, fact, fact. My headlights are a lot brighter than usual when I meditate. There’s no screening out or in, and no pronouncements.