Tara

Sunday: Up at 9:15. Into the shower. Brief sitting. No time for breakfast. Headed off to KKC. A very good class. Quite comprehensible, insightful and detailed. A little gem:
They are not one, yet they are one entity.
They are one entity, yet they are not inherently one entity.
They are different, yet they are not inherently different.

Afterwards, I asked Hm and Db about setting up for the puja in the afternoon. Then talked to Wnd for a bit. She's getting ready to head off on her trip to AZ.

Back home, ate a veggie burger, listening to NPR. Down basement for daily practices. Later on, talked to Mkl about a little project in the backyard. It's probably not the job for her. Said hello and goodbye to MB. She'd gone to OCBC in the morning, and then did some belly-dancing with Bn. She told me about a guy at OCBC who she pegged as a compulsive liar.

Headed back to KKC, stopping at the grocery store, and buying flowers and cookies. On my way in, saw my old band-mate (from Project Eno) Crazy Eddie, mowing the grass. Turns out he lives right next to KKC. Set up for the puja with some help from Hm. Feeling a little ill. It looked like it was going to just be Hln, Hm, Hm's daughter, Tsunmala and myself, but then four college kids showed up. We worked our way through the ceremony, which took about one and a half hours. A bit of a strange place to begin: I kept wondering how it was for the college kids. Hln did a great job of leading. When someone asked about her musical life, she said "I used to play." This made me feel a bit sad. She has perfect pitch, and is no doubt quite an accomplished musician. Stayed around and cleaned up. Afterwards when I was leaving I heard what sounded like a debate between the college kids.

Back home, MB was on the phone with her folks. I did a little work on the prayer wheel, cutting two pieces of dowel that will help me rewind the micro-film. MB and I ate some of the Spanikopita she'd made. She made another phone call while I cleaned up. We walked up to the video store and dropped off the DVD we rented yesterday. On returning, I played guitar for a bit, but noticed that my bridge had pulled farther off the body. Put some wood-glue in the crack, loosened the strings, and set a stack of books on it while it dries. Email.

Once again I'm struck by how odd it is that folks concern themselves with how a guitarist's hands look. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, not in the shade of brown. Meanwhile, MB practicing Askesis filters down from upstairs.

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