I am home from the Mecca of Unitarian Universalism, Boston. I am reminded of the Zen saying, "Wherever you go, there you are."
I am not waiting up for the turn of the New Year. My daughter sent me one of those calendars that has a new saying every day. This one is on Zen. I peaked at what it says for January 1, 2010.
What does it matter, the new year, the old year?
I stretch out my legs and all alone have a quiet sleep.
Don't tell me the monks aren't getting their instruction.
Here and there the nightengale is singing; the highest Zen.