The Shrike
This morning an extraordinary event: on the doorstep in a plastic carrier bag, leaning on the door - a parcel. It has stamps, but they’re not franked. How did it get there? It is a book from Gregory Warren Wilson: “Zen and Japanese Culture” by Daisetz T. Suzuki. Inside the book, a postcard tucked into a particular page and a handwritten note from Greg tells me to look at the drawing on the left: “A shrike on a dead branch”, that he finds extraordinary. What a strange but entirely appropriate, necessary event. The day becomes meditative. I ring to thank him and as I get to “why?” his doorbell rings. He must go so I don’t get to find out why or how. It’s good to accept.