Over the weekend I was imagining how I would write up the inaugural Roaming Zen, not least as I have not been in a great mood for the past couple of days, and the idea of writing a booster post didn’t seem so authentic.
As I told a few people, I had a kind of anxiety dream about it the night before, only the tone of the dream was not anxiety – in the dream, I had been somewhere else (in reality I was wanting to get out on my bike in the morning), and when I got back, a number of people were waiting for me to start, even though it was not yet the time. I got myself ready, finding things very slowly but surely, and made it outside just about on time. People I hadn’t expected to be there had come, and it felt good. This is more or less what happened in real life as well…
It was nice to have a group of dharma friends, young and old, gather for the event, and I think people had a good time. The weather co-operated; in fact it epitomised San Francisco’s micro-climates, with sunshine, warmth, wind, low cloud and a drizzly fog all featuring at various times.
Perhaps what I remember most is the smell of ceanothus and looking up to see hawks circling far above, but there were also lupins and irises and yellow clover everywhere, eucalyptus and cypress, ravens and sparrows and hummingbirds, sand, dirt, wood chips and pavement underfoot planes, cars, helicopters and the thwack of golf swings to listen to, climbs and descents, military bunkers, the Golden Gate bridge, rocks, dunes and watersheds, looking around to see that everyone was still wandering along.
Certainly I feel encouraged to continue the series – you can check out the calendar, Eventbrite page, or even the Facebook event, though I was finding that disappearing on me, so perhaps it does not really exist.
One of the views we will be taking in next time