When A Boat Is Just A Boat, And A Singer Is Just A Dream

A monk decides to meditate alone, away from his monastery. He takes his boat out to the middle of the lake, moors it there, closes his eyes and begins his meditation.

After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly feels the bump of another boat colliding with his own. With his eyes still closed, he senses his anger rising, and by the time he opens his eyes, he is ready to scream at the boatman who dared disturb his meditation. But when he opens his eyes, he sees it’s an empty boat that had probably got untethered and floated to the middle of the lake. read more

Chicken of the Sea: Why I Don’t Swim at Aquatic Park

I love the early mornings. The house is so still and the air is fresh and smells like the sea. The salty crispness makes me think of those early swimmers down at Aquatic Park, the little cove off the San Francisco Bay that is a short walk from my apartment.

The San Francisco bay is an estuary, which means that the ocean washes in and out and the water is surprisingly clean, at least at Aquatic Park. It is the cleanest beach in California. How bracing it is to step into that water first thing in the morning. Your mind gets wiped clear when you swim in ice water as the sun rises. read more