Been reading a lot of Zen literature lately. And then a lot of political junk. And the two are just so incongruous. They are opposites really — the mundane and the transcendent. But they also pull each other; too much Trump-inspired despair and I need Zen. Too much Zen and I need a jolt of the reality which begs for enlightenment in the first place. *** Just got back from a 3 week road trip from North Carolina to Colorado and back. The tribal nature of our country struck me vividly. We have the Red and Blue, with some subtribes of each. It helped to remind myself that this is what I was seeing. Tribes. Not ideologies or positions or even political parties, but tribes. Like Hutus and Tutsis or Sunni and Shia or Iroquois and Algonquin. That’s what the flags and the signs and the bumper stickers are all about. The separations don’t really mean anything fundamental, but nonetheless they are all encompassing. And as a member of one tribe it’s almost impossible to see the other for whom they
I’ve been taking long walks with my dog, Shasta, every morning. We walk for around 2 hours, on various trails around Durham and Chapel Hill, while I look for edible mushrooms and he looks for —whatever it is he looks for. We go early to avoid the heat and too many other people, so I can keep him off leash which is so much more fun for both of us. I have interesting recurring thoughts on these walks. One is that I could do this all day. It’s just an incredibly light and joyful thing to do — mostly because of the dog. I’m sort of looking at him for guidance on this. He just gets it. You walk, and you follow your nose. And you check out absolutely everything. And what could possibly be more amazing than that? Another thing that keeps coming up is how many wonderful trails, along beautiful streams and creeks, with so many perfect swimming holes, are within 15 minutes of my house in Durham. And I’ve just started to explore! It’s hot during the day but just perfect at 7am, and we ha