It's raining cats and dogs right now. The usual clear hot morning of São Paulo state in late summer, with a steady a crop of cumulus clouds that sometimes build into thunderstorms, has given way to a front of some kind. It's been dark and moody all morning, and now the rain is torrential. The breeze is almost cold.
I just got up from sitting zazen. The struggle to let myself just sit, just be there with the zafu below me and the wall in front of me, is epic. I try counting my breaths and can usually only do one or two before I'm reminded of something, or some noise from the kitchen comes in and makes me think.
Noise doesn't make me think. Who am I kidding? I willingly go to the noise with thought.
Question of the day: why don't I let myself just sit? Just be there?
The answers are probably old, and that's why I don't notice them.
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