I fear I may be tone-deaf, and I certainly can’t paint or draw. She would tell me that it’s not a lack of talent so much as practice.
I think cats must be among the most Zen creatures alive. Star just ran off a burst of energy, flying through the house, upstairs and down. In a dog, it would be called the “zoomies”, and now, she’s lying here with me snoozing. She shifts from one state to another seamlessly.
As our democracy falls to traitors invading the capital, an action that no doubt would have been met with violence and a military response if the insurrectionists were minorities, perhaps I should write on today’s events. But I’m so worked up that perhaps that is not a great idea. Instead, I think I want to talk about a few lessons on Zen that I have picked up from observing Star, my newest family member and overweight feline extraordinaire.
The best known of these is the question, what is the sound of one hand clapping? The master would send the student off to ponder this question. Invariably, the student would return with an answer to the riddle. Opening and closing your hand rapidly does make noise, so this would be one of the student’s guess. The master would simply say, “wrong”.