Zen and the Art...
It is so funny when you come upon things that you had written a half of a lifetime ago. I recently found a book I was working on when I was 23. It was titled, “Zen and the Art of Holding Nothing Sacred.” It was a book of short Zen stories and the adventures of a young Caucasian Zen Master.
As I remember, at the time I was enamored by Zen stories and Zen Koans, but I felt a little out of the center since these stories were handed down from sixth-century Chinese monks. Yes, the stories were still very much relevant, but there was a lot of modern Zen stories and Zen-like irony happening in our lives every day. Instead of a story revolving around monks like Tanzan, my stories revolved around shlubs named Bob or Suzie.
As I read some of those stories again, I urged myself to turn many of them into something that is blogable. I won’t tell you which stories they are, but if you find enlightenment in the next few weeks, so be it. Guy-tzu has done his job.