It is coming, a little over a week now and it will arrive, always too soon, never ready despite knowing its precise arrival day and time.
We will be ready, but only after a scramble, for that is how it must be, how it has always been.
And again this year we will be thankful, as all claim on this day, but why do so many forget the giving part of things, giving to those without, to those within who lack, to those who only want to come within to escape a without we dare not imagine for the nightmares and terror we would suddenly have to feel.
Standing in the ordinary stare out across the great gulf searching for that which is sacred. It seems to dance just beyond the edge of vision. Close your eyes and lift your right foot, place it down. How does it feel to stand amid all that is sacred.
A reflection on Case 39 of the Shobogenzo (Dogen’s True Dharma Eye)