A New Monastic Model?
Over the last few days we’ve been treated to such beautiful spring mornings! On my way to the Zendo before dawn and struck by a clear moon, I found myself gazing across our garden. It seemed to extend far beyond its boundaries, all the way to the horizon — a formless field of benefaction. I thought back on my life as an artist, particularly the years I actually lived in my studio. Spending day and night between large paintings, the line between canvas and the world often seem to drop away, as if the whole world was a generous painting that happened to be myRead More →