Zen

 

October 25, 2026

Glorious concert by Asheville Vocal Ensemble last night. Precision so sharp it hurt. I waffled about going, and now am glad I went.

Crows and squirrels delight in the corn I bought for the turkeys. 

Perfect day in the heavens. Some Zen posting on line put its finger on the exact issue that plagues me, perhaps worse than anything else: still reaping blame from trespasses I committed long ago. The posting calls them “the memories of a ghost.” Remember, it said, you are no longer that person. This is helpful, especially considering that for all my anxiety I could not think of how to make those errors right.  No need to make them right, even were there a way. The person who did them is gone; the people to whom they were done are gone.