Each night the stars watch over the remnants of a busy day. It may have been an ordinary day. It may have been a good day, or it may have been a day like today.
Today I had one of the most difficult days I have had in 12 years of teaching. My day lasted, without stop for over 15 hours. Some moments were beautiful, but the core of the work day was very intense. There were moments when I felt like I could not breath, and as though there was no space. I found myself deep inside difficult situations that I was involved in creating, one way or another.
As I pulled up to my home, with my children sleeping inside and my wife patiently awaiting my return. As I looked up at the stars I saw the thread of my life. These same stars looked down on me as I walked home from my first high school dance in grade 9, where I had my first real kiss. the watched over me I as I sat in the center of york, England at the age of 17, waiting for my cousin to find us a room for the night. They watched as I travelled home from the hospital the day my Father died of a heart attack. No matter the content of my days, they have watched me, steady and constant.
In the night sky, I see God.
In the night sky I see my very life.
In night sky I see the unblemished.
In the night sky I see that which sustains me.
Because of this, even on a cloudy night, I can see the night sky.
When I sit in zazen, there is a particular flavour to the moment in which I realze that I have zoomed in on a train of thought and I am able to release it, opening up to the whole of the moment. Passing through the difficulties of today had a similar taste. As they unfolded, there were times when I was zoomed in on the difficulties, and they filled the universe. When I relaxed; when I zoomed out these moments (though still important and needing to be dealt with) could be seen as part of a rich and dynamic fabric that was today.
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