"Tilting my head back and spitting straight up"
Hosen (the abbess here) was home for about 20 hours... I was little-kid-whose-mom-just-got-back-from-vacation excited the whole time she was back, or at least at times... We left on a fairly bad page, I thought (and think still... kind of)... I was mostly very happy to see someone from Bodhi-of-old... But things with her are always very awkward. And always have been. She's not cuddly. She's formal. I'm a sloppy teenaged kid. I need a hug and an ugly, half-baked cookie. She wants kisses on the cheek and a gourmet meal. It's like that.
Still, she's my teacher. Someone asked me the other day if I consider her to be my teacher (with the implications of, is she on the same plane as Roshi is as a teacher goes). The answer is, Hosen is my teacher, when she's sitting right next to me. Roshi is my teacher all the time. Hosen is inspirational just in the amount of power and work and calm and deliberateness she can put out all at once. Roshi gives you little mementos that come smacking you in the face when you're being an asshole and knocking on your door when you're falling asleep.
Anyway, I guess my point is, I shaved my head, finally. I look pretty good. My head's a nice shape. Don't look too much like a boy. Jim called today, and I missed it.
Still, she's my teacher. Someone asked me the other day if I consider her to be my teacher (with the implications of, is she on the same plane as Roshi is as a teacher goes). The answer is, Hosen is my teacher, when she's sitting right next to me. Roshi is my teacher all the time. Hosen is inspirational just in the amount of power and work and calm and deliberateness she can put out all at once. Roshi gives you little mementos that come smacking you in the face when you're being an asshole and knocking on your door when you're falling asleep.
Anyway, I guess my point is, I shaved my head, finally. I look pretty good. My head's a nice shape. Don't look too much like a boy. Jim called today, and I missed it.