Tuesday afternoon I looked at the ’26 Drew Davis (San Luis Obispo artist) calendar I have on my kitchen wall. For the week of the 14th through the 20th I had three notations – Tuesday 6pm, David (my teacher, Tuesday Koan group); Wednesday 7am, David (every other week early Wednesday Zoom connecting); Saturday 8:15am, David (every other Saturday morning 15-minute sign-up).
When I met with (Roshi) David yesterday I told him what all comprised the pencil makes on the calendar this week, and said – and I was so giddy! – how full my life felt. Like, totally. If that sounds crazy, I’m sure it is. Yay!!
Periodically I continue to send out applications for minimal work, Indeed or Craigslist. Every once in a while I have long phone conversations – Sunday with my son Cameron in Montana for one hour, him doing most of the talking; Monday with Kate in Missouri for one hour, probably me about 65% of it.
Later Monday I realized Kate was the only human being I had spoken to that day. No one else. And very early Tuesday on the cushion I had the most powerful awareness of just how profound and wonderful and easy and filling and joyous that conversation had been. And the realization that if I keep talking that much every day, why, golly, I just don’t know whatever I’ll do with myself.
from a mountain bench 
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