Noticing.Ten

Red sky in morning…. There they are. The lines at my throat that announce the thinning of youth, faint to anyone else, deep crevices to me. I think about my mother’s skin, her face and hands. How beautiful she has always been to me as she ages. Still no grey hairs, though. Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. — Zen proverb When David was anointed king of Israel, he didn’t storm the palace and demand the throne. He went back to the pasture...