After a bone-tiring work week, there is more work to do this morning.
John and Jeff plan to help do small clean-up chores on the zendo, which could use the help, and maybe we can squeeze in some zazen before Jeff heads out to look at a house with his wife. Everything's starting an hour earlier to accommodate Jeff's schedule.
Then, a student from a nearby college wants to come and find out how "Buddhism" has changed anyone's life ... or something like that.
And the woodpile beckons from the driveway, asking to be stacked.
What a strange notion a "day of rest" is: Never mind "a day without work is a day without eating" ... it's just odd: If you can't rest all the time, when can you ever rest?
Did you ever think? -- No one can be as concerned with your concerns as you can. It's just not possible. And maybe it feels a bit lonely and forlorn. But still, no one can be as concerned as you can and if this is the case, the only question is, what do you plan to do about it? Good, bad, right, wrong, happy, sad, holy, unholy -- so what? The only question is what anyone might do.