December 2nd, 2011

Digging out from a hundred-year windstorm, neighbors without roofs and windows, trees shredded, landscapes buried, no heat, no light, no relief in sight, gives new meaning to the word, “leave.”

I’m leaving for Rohatsu retreat, sitting in silent witness to impermanence and the inconceivable power of mind.

Watch this place while I’m away for guests and gifts and remember this: When you’ve done all you can do, undo.


  1. I just wanted to offer some deep compassion from Vermont.

    Comment by Kelly Salasin — December 2, 2011 @ 7:10 pm

  2. Reading this on the tarmac, red-eye from L.A. to JFK. I kept hearing your voice on the wind here, and now I see why: “Undo. Undo. Undo.” I love you, Maezen.

    Comment by Jena — December 2, 2011 @ 9:28 pm

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