The Zen of Anything? What do I know of Zen? I've read Pirsig's The Zen of Motorcycle Maintenance and The Zen of Writing by Ray Bradbury. During a doubtful time in my life, I read The Zen Teachings of Jesus by Kenneth Leong which helped me re-accept my Supreme Power.
Query: What does a Zen Buddhist monk carrying a yolk of water pails do when he becomes enlightened?
Answer: He puts the yolk down for a minute and feels the full import of the moment, then picks up his yolk and continues on his journey.
So there you have it.. Just about all I know about Zen in less than 100 words. Intrinsically, I want to be more Zen-like. It seems so peaceful, unencumbered. As I have aged, it is becoming more evident in my thinking, but not necessarily in my actions. Or is it?
How about my Zen of Housekeeping? I think I've been living this zen-ful act for ages. Nothing has to be in perfect order, because I have already imagined it in my mind. Life goes on, and I don't have to obsess over the dirty dishes in the sink or the third or fourth layer of dust. The obvious mess is really in my mind. Whatever is on the kitchen counter is not as important as my outlook. So now I am enlightened by this new Zen of Housekeeping, and will ponder, as I fill the sink with opalescent sudsy water. Ah, Tranquility abides.