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One of my earliest recollections as a child was seeing my father sitting on his Zafu meditating.  I also remember occasional discussions about Zen and meditation. As an adult, I would from time to time try to sit and meditate, or I would read about zen and meditation. But I didn’t know what I was doing, and the meditating didn’t seem to take me any further. It wasn’t until I was in my 40s that I was finally able to hook up with my own zazen practice.  Before long, it became one of the pillars of my life.
My Zazen (sitting practice)  has varied over the years. At present I am meditating in the mornings. And I am once again reading Suzuki’s book, Zen Mind, Beginners Mind.  But I find that where I used to have many questions, I now have many comments or correctives. And I would like to retain these. So, I have decided to set up yet another social media website as a receptacle for my thoughts on this topic.

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