This week when I did my gassho, entering my little homemade zendo, I noticed my breath from my nose on the tips of my fingers. Then I noticed my lips against the sides of my fingers. I immediately felt the intimacy in that. It felt "precious". That was the word that bubbled up in that moment.
All week now I have had the same experience in my bowing.
Bowing while entering, bowing to the altar, bowing to the cushion:
Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.
Precious moment, precious moment, precious moment.
Bows,
Alan
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