Last night Hannah joined me once again for sitting. She stated to me that she wanted to be a “Zen Master.” Although I smiled at this inside I noted a sense of revulsion. I told her she would have to do a lot of sitting to do that. I suppose I have been conditioned to be pretty untrustworthy of that title. I also know that it is not a language that I use on a regular basis so I thought about that for a bit than I got an Ah Ha! When I recalled that some of the bedtime stories I have read to her come from books like Zen Flesh Zen Bones where they talk about Zen Masters. Ok. I can live with that. I suppose if she had said she wanted to be a master zafu crusher I would not have felt the revulsion. Considering this some more, she did teach her little sister (the princess of chaos) how to sit, and that was an effort I failed at. Further more It was her efforts in sitting and not mine that seems to have gotten her mother to drag herself out of bed at 0 dark O’ clock to sit with us on occasion. So maybe Zen Master is accurate. So from here on out I may refer to Hannah as Zen Master Hannah (ZMH).
At some point during last nights sitting The PoC came into the area to yell at ZMH “HANNAH, YOU GOT TO CHANGE YOUR PANTS, YOU’RE KUSAI!” (kusai=stinky) ZMH addressed the PoC “We’re doing ZaZen Now, after.”
After ZaZen I read the first chapter of “A Pebble For Your Pocket” by TNH to anyone who would listen before going to bed.
In the morning ZMH and her mother joined me for the first sitting then breakfast. ZMH was not sure if she wanted to do another sitting but she would do lap sitting instead so I was her zafu for the next half hour. Bell, warm up the car, grab some tea for the road, Ajahn Bram again on the podcast, I like his talks. I think the family fever and virus has finally affected me as I feel a little week this morning. Should get my inspection results in a bit to see how I did.