|Koan: Go straight on a narrow mountain road with 99 curves.
There’s a feeling in my body when I try to make a situation less chaotic, less unpredictable. I try to make myself as compact as possible, perhaps it’s the hope that greater density will help? And of course that never works. There’s also a chance I have in such moments to spread out, to include it all. I remember bus rides on the mountains of Guatemala, alternately trusting and not trusting the person at the wheel, and the seemingly at-ease woman with the chicken in her lap, the people sharing food and laughing. I seem these days to be at the wheel of my own vehicle, but there’s an ecosystem around me, making wild and wonderful and sometimes crazy and scary moves. What would it mean to go straight, given all this?
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