Grandma and Grandpa

Dear Web log,

I told the kids in my classroom to always behave in school as if your Grandma was there watching you, or some other person that you honor and respect. This is usually an effective treatment for potty mouth and to quell unsuitable conversations, but also serves to remind me to strive for virtue.

If you wouldn’t say it in front of the Dalai Lama, don’t say it at all.

In our house a portrait of the Dalai Lama looms over the living space, we affectionately call him Grandpa. His presence helps to remind me to be kind to others; his gentle gaze encourages me to delete 90% of comments I write on face book.

Q. (put to They) how do I use a bike lock when I am trying to banish all attachment?

A. (from They) do not lock your self to the tree.

-KZ

P.s.

The other day at 2 am, I saw an owl the size of a brown paper bag, standing in the middle of the highway, looking at me with yellow headlight blinded eyes as I rolled by at 45mph. It didn’t matter that he didn’t see me, only that he looked at me, with living unblinking eyes. Alas, by default I choose no-action and go to work.

…And hours later, after some thought, I wished I had thicker gloves and a blanket.. I should have taken that stunned owl off the road, the highway being no place for an owl to stand.

I drove on, worked the night shift, and five ours later found myself driving on the same highway in the company truck, and morning traffic was nimbly avoiding an animal flattened on the roadway, with a wing, stretched to the sky, in surrender.

I will no longer work the night shift without my owl gloves and a blanket.
I am again attached.

P.P.s

They is my authentic, certified, bone fide spiritual teacher.