The unseasonably warm weather has an unexpected drawback: more people -- mostly elderly males, it seems -- smoking outdoors, which is a pain in the ass for those of us walking downwind of them. I counted one cigarette and two cigars in the space of a couple of blocks yesterday.
The Zen thing: I crossed the street. Twice.
"Immersion in the life of the world, a willingness to be inhabited by and to speak for others, including those beyond the realm of the human, these are the practices not just of the bodhisattva but of the writer." --Jane Hirshfield