During my somewhat tumultuous decade of the 1970s, I found myself, for a brief moment in time, in the company of Leonard Cohen. It was during the time of his retreat within the Mount Baldy Zen Center, that our paths crossed. I was merely a pithy sojourn, and on the edge of that one waning day, we shared words that continue to reverberate to this day.
"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
a memory
During my somewhat tumultuous decade of the 1970s, I found myself, for a brief moment in time, in the company of Leonard Cohen. It was during the time of his retreat within the Mount Baldy Zen Center, that our paths crossed. I was merely a pithy sojourn, and on the edge of that one waning day, we shared words that continue to reverberate to this day.
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