Teacup (2)

An elderly nun speaking a language I don’t understand taught me how to hold a teacup.

I allowed her to place my fingers around the precious everyday object and realized I had never really held a cup before.

She gently guided my hands and the cup to floor between us. Zazen— gently picking up and putting down the world. Being present in the precious world of elderly women and chipped-rimmed cups. Not abandoning, not turning away.

Empty your head and touch it for real.