June 17, 2015
I am here. Holding up a sanctuary for creativity. In my past, departing a Zen monastery, I'd leave with a sense of calm, knowing that there were people demonstrating peace and acceptance, not fighting reality. Similarly, I recall attending a nature walk, where the bearded old man hardly moved on the trail... and spoke about different grasses. I was disappointed, but oddly satisfied that someone knew and cared fervently about such things. It's my turn to have the courage to know what I know and not be discouraged or dissuaded from lack of support by other busy souls. I'm committed.