With Anyu Savelle
Many years ago, at one of my first Sesshin, I dreamed that I was washing a large golden Buddha. The Buddha was in my yard at home, and mostly covered with large chunks of dried mud and twigs. The gold light peeked through here and there. I stood next to the Buddha with a garden hose, allowing the water to gently flow. Occasionally a clod of dirt would fall, revealing more of the golden light. This is what the practice life is for me, orienting and re-orienting my life to the groundedness and beauty of Zazen and the rhythm of the temple. And the humility of washing the golden Buddha, watching the clods fall, (and sometimes reform!), and fall again.