I no longer meditate very often. I’ve toyed with the idea of officially stopping my visits to the Saturday Zen group so that I don’t tell myself I will go and then feel guilty when I come up with an excuse to skip.
But I need sitting time. I don’t need zazen, per se, but I need quiet time alone in a spiritual setting.
I need to take tea with the divine.
There is a profound parallel between my zazen practice and my morning tea. On days when I have the time, I sit with the cup between my hands, sometimes for 20 minutes, sometimes just five, and experience the tea. I recognize that there is divine in everything, that sitting with a cup of tea and no distraction allows you to commune with your own sense of the divine.
Call it a soul, call it buddha-nature, call it the goddess within. It is the divine-in-mundane that cries so softly we have to be very quiet to hear it. And right now I might need some focused, very-quiet time.