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Still Talking. . . .

Dear Sangha,
imagesI met with the UU sangha on Sunday night. Several members are exploring other opportunities for sitting. They’ll be reporting back next week, so there WILL be a sitting and discussion next Sunday! Come if you can to talk over options. The group will be very glad for your input.

UU Sangha WILL meet next Sunday.

meditationDear sangha,
Janet has let me know that the group who met at UU on Sunday decided to individually check out various sitting options and report back next Sunday. So there WILL be a regular sitting and discussion next week at UU. Please be there if you can.


Dear Sangha,
Janet will be leading a sitting at the regular time, 5-6, tomorrow (Sunday) night, followed by a discussion about future support for the practice for those who have been sitting at UU. Please join her to discuss the kinds of support available and offer any information that might be helpful to others.

Your presence tomorrow would be supportive to Janet and to all those who’ve been sitting with us. I’ll send a message about any helpful information that comes from the meeting.
With love,

Four-Hour Sittings Will Continue Regularly!

Dear Sangha,
I am exceedingly happy to announce that Joy Zimke has volunteered to regularly lead the first-Sunday-of-the-month, four-hour sitting. This will continue to be available at UU, as always. I’ll lead the February sitting, in her absence.

downloadI ran across this poem and thought, should I send it for the new year? It’s not particularly bubbly with holiday cheer, but it seems finally right, so here it is.
Much love,

Hope is Not for the Wise

Hope is not for the wise, fear is for fools;
Change and the world, we think, are racing to a fall,
Open-eyed and helpless, in every newscast that is the news:
The time’s events would seem mere chaos but all
Drift the one deadly direction. But this is only
The August thunder of the age, not the November.
Wise men hope nothing, the wise are naturally lonely
And think November as good as April, the wise remember
That Caesar and even final Augustus had heirs,
And men lived on; rich unplanned life on earth
After the foreign wars and the civil wars, the border wars
And the barbarians: music and religion, honor and mirth
Renewed life’s lost enchantments. But if life even
Had perished utterly, Oh perfect loveliness of earth and heaven.

–Robinson Jeffers,


Winding Down

Dear Sangha,
And I think of you as sangha even if you’ve never sat with us. We met yesterday to reminisce about the ten years behind us and think about what might be next for those who’ve been sitting with us. Last week I listed these possibilities:

At Pathways Preschool, corner of Rose and Hannah Streets, there is a sangha that meets from 6:30-8:30 on Thursdays, facilitated by Kozan Karen McLean. This sangha is connected to Sokukoji Buddhist Monastery and Temple in Battle Creek, Kyoun Sokuzan Bob Brown, head teacher. Visit for details.

UU: Thursdays from 5:30-6:30 there is a meditation group.

At Yoga for Health: Tuesdays from 12:00-1:00 (free) and Sundays from 8:30-9:30 (free)

Yen Yoga: Sundays from 9:15-9:45, and three classes on Yin and Meditation

So, what’s needed for a sangha? 1) I would say a willingness of the group to stay with it and to work through inevitable disagreements, 2) a book study, 3) access to someone whose practice is more matured, who can help clarify the dharma and can help us avoid the very easy trap of spiritual materialism.

By spiritual materialism, I mean the tendency for the ego to take over even a spiritual practice, as in “I got it now.” “I am getting peaceful, so I must be doing it right,” (Or, “I’m a wreck so I must be doing it wrong.”)  “I am more advanced than that person.” Or even, “This is the right path, and yours is, well, slightly delusional.”

I would say everyone needs some sort of teaching person. It might be on line, or in books, but there’s a rudder that’s needed, to stay on course.

What next? Next Sunday is Christmas. No meeting then. The next is New Years Eve. No meeting then. After that, on January 7 and then again on January 14th, Janet will lead sittings at UU at the regular time. This will give the group an opportunity to think through what each person, or the group, wants to do next. Please come to support Janet and the discussion.

I hope you find a place to practice. We all need support. In spite of all the talk about meditation in the media, it’s still antithetical to the way the world generally lives. The practice requires the framework of the teachings and the support of a group.

I’ll keep this site open and use it for notifications about any practice opportunities I hear of. Let me know if you find something I don’t know about.
Much love,


Dear Sangha,

Over ten years ago, I started the sitting group at UU because when I moved to Traverse City, there seemed to be no place else to go, and I knew I needed a sangha. Eventually, Karen (Kozan) co-led for a while after we met our mutual teacher, Sokuzan, and then later she began a more formal Zen sitting group at her house. They now meet at Pathways Preschool, on Thursday nights, from 6:30-8:30. There is a 15-minute service (chanting the Heart Sutra, etc.) before the sitting. I am also a part of that group.

A few weeks ago, I asked if there were those who would be able to help with the Sunday night UU group. Two of you offered to help when you could, but it doesn’t look as if there is anyone other than me who’s ready or able to assume responsibility for the management and running of the sangha. And I can’t continue to meet with both groups. It’s too much for me, considering that I have a husband and a big family, several of whom have health issues. Plus, there are the summers, and a little travel we want to do. And I feel that it’s time to consolidate my practice.

So I am going to step away from the Sunday night sangha. I suspect that means that the sangha ends. If so, that will be what needs to happen. I’ll keep you up to date with that.

I have been concerned about where you in the UU sangha might go for support with your practice, if you don’t want a formal situation like the Pathways sangha. It seems that there are places.

At UU: Thursdays from 5:30-6:30 there is a meditation group.

At Yoga for Health: Tuesdays from 12:00-1:00 (free) and Sundays from 8:30-9:30 (free)

Yen Yoga: Sundays from 9:15-9:45, and three classes on Yin and Meditation

I’m truly sad to think of no longer sitting with and having book discussions with you. I’ll miss you. We have supported a number of people over the years, and some have been with us from the beginning. I’m told that the weekly message has been supportive to those who weren’t able to sit with us.

Contact Kozan about the Thursday group if you are interested. Go to to read more about it.

We will meet tomorrow as usual, and we’ll talk about this. After that comes Christmas, and then New Years, when we won’t be meeting. It’s possible that tomorrow will be our last meeting. It will be the last one that includes me. But after that, there may be those who want to step forward and keep the sangha going. As I said, I’ll keep you informed.

Much love,


The Four Reminders

Dear Sangha,
downloadWe didn’t quite finish the book yesterday because we began talking about depression. Pema tackles this concept as she looks at the second reminder,  impermanence. “Why sit when I’m depressed?” she imagines someone asking. “How do we stop the habitualness of our process?” she asks. Well, that’s why we sit she goes on. We look carefully. We pay attention to details. My teacher Sokuzan says, “Go down under the concept. See what’s there.” Suzuki Roshi says, “Sit still. Don’t anticipate. Just be willing to die over and over again.”

In other words, as I read this, eventually we may quit trying to “solve” depression and simply be with it. Our expectations may begin to die. My first teacher Shinzen used to say that when we sit very still with something that our mind wants to call fear (or depression), our lizard brain, that never listens to reason, begins to realize there’s really no direct threat.

imagesPema goes on to talk about the third reminder, karma. When we really understand that every action has consequence, we will live differently. “Every time you’re willing to acknowledge your thoughts, let them go, come back to the freshness of the present moment, you’re sowing seeds of wakefulness in your unconsciousness,” she says.

Join us next Sunday at 5, when we almost certainly will finish this book. I’ve made copies of a chapter of a book by Rodney Smith, as a break between full-length books.



Dear sangha,
Our four-hour sitting was today. I thought you might enjoy this poem by Ellen Bass. See you next week.





Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat–
the one you never really liked–will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours. Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up–drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice–one white, one black–scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.

–Ellen Bass