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∞ “When I was living in La Crescenta, California, attending Senzaki Nyogen Sensei’s Zen meetings in east Los Angeles, on weekends I used to walk up a dirt road into the national forest. One day I came upon a fox—or a fox came upon me—where the road bent around a little ridge. She had come trotting down from above and I appeared from below. We both stopped and looked at each other. At that moment the wind came up and blew a large piece of newspaper around and around on the road in a miniature cyclone. The fox jumped on this piece of paper and looked at me with a merry look in her eye. Then she stepped off the newspaper and it began to blow around again. She jumped on the paper again and looked at me, just as though she were inviting me to laugh at her great game. Suddenly conditions changed, and she ran back up the road. This encounter was truly an experience of grace.”
— Robert Aitken Roshi
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