From the shared reading of ‘Wherever you go, there you are’ by Jon Kabat-Zinn

Two Zen Monks in robes and shaved heads, one young, one old, sitting side by side cross legged on the floor. The younger one is looking somewhat quizzically at the older one, who is turned toward him and saying ‘Nothing happens next. This is it’

Where are you going, what are you doing? Then what happens, and then, and then? Moment by moment, our lives pass us by as we move onto the next thing, missing the miracle, which is our ability to experience life. Instead we choose to live in the fantasy of hope, grounded in a fundamental dissatisfaction of our lives. Often subtle but always there, a pervasive belief that life will be better once……. of course it never is, but still we play this game.  A Catch 22 that often consumes entire lifetimes. Playing the game is not the problem, it is the belief that the game is real that feeds our suffering.

I offer this grist for your mill, with a deep bow, John.

I am away on these dates so there will not be a group then.