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I love my sons, that’s most important. I love my closest friends, that’s most important. I love the Boston Red Sox, though I’m kind of mad at them now.

Saying I love my Ch’an (Zen) practice is goofy, as anything I write here is already that. But, anyway, I love my practice, it’s most important.

Beyond those, nothing is as important here today than rescuing my 19 boxes of mostly books and 25 loose paintings I long-ago painted from Idaho and bringing them safely here to me – some five years gone. Not eating, not sleeping, not employment, not YouTube, not slow dancing, not peanut butter, not ice cream. Nothing.

My entire attention is on 19 medium-size, taped-up boxes and 25 loose pieces of art.