Wednesday, July 21, 2010
But a moment ago my correspondence with a spiritual friend was interrupted by an e-mail from my Uncle Bob down in Virginia: Cousin Freddie died. The obituary will be in the Youngstown Vindicator tomorrow.
Tom and I get chills when the voice calls from outside the zendo after the last sit, the Evening Gatha. I beg you, do not squander time. Life and death is the great matter. It is one of the attempts Zen makes to shake us hard and sit us down in reality. This felt like that. A call. Cousin Freddie, one of hundreds of friends and relatives younger than me whom I never expected to die.
I felt bad about a comment that yesterday's post caused a reader a bad night. I hope there is a way that if we sit with our understanding of our peril, we come to more peace with birth and death. I hope my shock at Freddie's death adds to the meaning of his life.
[image: This summer's last lily]