When I read the Art Practice guidelines a some weeks ago, I was amused to learn we would be looking at stillness and motion. At the time I had already made the decision to move from my place in Sunset Park Brooklyn, but I hadn’t found a new place.

Now the day is here and boxes are filling and piling by the door. Even after all this time in Brooklyn, so much of my previous life in Philadelphia is still here in boxes, packed away in time. In some ways I can barely recognize it, so much has changed in fifty-two months. Who was that guy who packed it all away?

In the Art Practice guidelines my teacher asked us to pick one object and return to it again and again throughout the ninety-days of the Fall Ango. One week see the object’s stillness, and the the next week experience it’s motion. The object I chose to study was my move. It’s not an object like a bowl of fruit, but it’s “thingness” became clear as it loomed before me.

This week I’m in stillness mode, which is funny since the actual move is happening tomorrow, so I decided to light some incense and to sit a period of zazen before I started packing.

Five in the morning . . .
Rolling off my lumpy futon I literally drag myself to the cushion
So dramatic
Not really. Just sitting.
This is my still week, but motion is on my mind
Reaching out
Groping
Sesshin knees
Enter here . . .