I’ve been a practising lawyer since 1980, and a Zen student almost as long. My root teacher was a Japanese Zen master living in Los Angeles, called Maezumi Roshi. When I was in my tenth year of studying with Maezumi, my husband Martin met him for the first time. It was at the end of a week-long intensive retreat in the San Jacinto Mountains of Southern California, a very beautiful natural place.
Martin politely said to Maezumi, “Thank you for your teachings, which have been so important to James.” Maezumi replied: “I am not James’s teacher. Nature, Nature is his teacher.”
After 10 years’ ...
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