Miracles

I am back.

My hard drive was busting at the seams with 119 of 120 Gigabytes full. So I transplanted a new 32o gig HD into my Macbook.

 

Don't fret. The old drive has a home too. It will soon be safely ensconced in a firewire case, so it can continue its life as a bootable external drive, forever ready to bring me back to April 11, 2009, at least in my digital world.

Another ending today. The LA King's season.  I pride myself on being a good foul weather friend. Someone you can count on when things aren't going your way. But it is getting hard to root for a team that hasn't made the playoffs in 6 years. I love hockey, but I hate losing.

Something to look forward to: Tom Robbin's new book: B is for Beer will be launched before the end of the month. Knowing how he writes,  launched is probably a good choice of words. I am anticipating a wild white water trip with previously unknown landmarks that will soon be part of my psychic landscape and making some new imaginary friends on the way.

Which I did in the plane. Not imaginary, that is. A wonderful attorney and constitutional law expert from the Reagan White House. What a fine raconteur. My wife and I stayed in touch with him and his son and I heard him speak locally to a legal group on lesson from Vietnam. He spend hours afterward talking about Jefferson. A very different way to spend a day.

And at the beginning of the week, another of my spiritual advisor, Leonard Cohen was impressive. He made no pretense of being anything other than a 72 year old man wearing a dark business suit and a rakishly tilted fedora, kneeling and singing to the floor at times in a voice that came from somewhere much older and a place very close to the source of some ancient truths. His performance said it can get better, you can go deeper, there is more to life than a wrinkle free face and a angsty destructive kinetic energy of youth. He teaches us Lurianic Kaballah: There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. And more. So much more.

Last night a wonderful Sabbath dinner with friends. Kosher for Passover.

Tomorrow, 102 year old Joshu Roshi will be giving a Dharma talk in Japanese. I plan to go, though I won't make the 5:45 AM start of meditation. Roshi's Dharma talks are not directly instructive, never conclusive, and always confusing and ponderous. At least to these unenlightened ears.

Our Passover Seder 4 days ago was wonderful. Only my wife and my son and his girlfriend. A comic cosmic Jewish Buddhist themed inward journey with the hopes of freeing up from our personal Pharaohs. Mine is living with the unknown. And great food. Thank you, wonderful wife.

Tomorrow is a time of rebirth for my Christian friends. I wish you all a Happy and Joyous Easter. 

It is again, another season of miracles. So many of us could use a miracle or two. Me included.

Keep praying. Keep learning. Keep creating. 

At least keep going.