Green Gulch Farm, SF Zen Center

Funny how memorable days just happen despite all one's planning.

My dear friend Nancy, wife of Steve to whom this blog owes its beginning for it was all for him, and I had planned for days to walk Crissy Field last Sunday. The weather gods had a different thing in mind. We knew on Saturday that a big storm as predicted for Sunday...and , indeed, it came in full force, so decided instead to go to Green Gulch for the Sunday morning Zen service instead.

We met early and were at the center by 8:30 am just in time for the serious rain to begin.

For most of the time we were there it was raining heavily. The wooden roof of the zendo echoed every drop of rain. The chill that permeated everything took me right back to Koyosan, fall before last with J, O and M. Outside the leaves were dancing and all of the colors were fresh and vivid. The whole time there seemed to me more Japan that Japan if that is possible. Maybe it was just the refreshing of memory, sock footed, cold hands, incense, boundless beauty and a heart thumping with gratitude for it all.

pics for here and in the post below.