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February 17, 2016

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The Rhythm of Tassajara’s Seasons

by Linda Galijan, Director

We are now at the midpoint of the winter practice period, poised between winter and spring. Last night was skit night, full of the joy of friends and community, laughter and music. Tonight is the Parinirvana ceremony, a deeply solemn occasion commemorating the death of the Buddha. Sitter-in-Zendo-by-Hamish-John-ApplebyIn a few days, we enter into middle sesshin, bodies and minds dropping off in the silence and stillness. Held in the heart of this valley, by the practice we share as one body, we explore the wilderness within and without.

In the midst of this still-point, we are simultaneously opening our thoughts and hearts to the guests and students who will enter the gate this summer. At the bottom of the out-breath of the practice period, the in-breath of nascent spring is arising, irresistible as the narcissus and daffodils erupting in front of the zendo, buoyant as the canyon wrens and red-shafted flickers singing the darkness into light every morning as we sit.

Umpan-by-Hamish-John-ApplebyCome join us this summer! We look forward to seeing old friends again and hearing how your year has been, and to sharing the delights of Tassajara with many new people.

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  1. Tova Green
    Feb 18 2016

    Beautiful images…I can easily picture myself in the zendo, hearing the calls of the canyon wren. Thank you, Linda, for evoking the spirit of mid-practice period as the season changes from winter to spring.

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  2. Rita Maria
    Feb 21 2016

    Where is Tassajara??

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    • Sangha News editor
      Feb 23 2016

      Hi there, Rita,

      Tassajara is in a mountain valley, inland from the Big Sur coast in a remote part of the Ventana Wilderness. Come visit!

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  3. richard benton
    Feb 29 2016

    My first time there, Suzuki Roshi arrived. That night in my room, a set of monk’s robes were laid out on the bed. I wore them to evening zazen. Afterwards, one of the monks asked me, how did I like Zen. He also told me the robes were meant for someone else, and that it was a mistake. I believe otherwise. Let me tell you – I have never in my 62 years felt like that, before or since. It was like coming home.

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