Spent a lot of today cleaning up after the winter storm last night.
I am reminded that Buddhist thought considers this kind of work - cleaning up - as a valuable privilege.
It’s a good opportunity not to just lose yourself in the work or whatever might be the standard Zen idea of it, but it allows the mind to race through thoughts, feelings, and ideas without dwelling on any too long or too little. They simply come and go.
This is how it works for me anyway, not sure if I am doing it right. It might be something antithetical to the practice to think of a right or wrong way. To hover over this conception is perhaps the most antithetical.
But wondering about the borders and boundaries isn’t bad it’s hanging on to them. So I’m grateful to spend a few hours removing the snow which over time would have removed itself. It’s too funny.
