It's one of my favorite dojo events. A hundred or more people arrive at Rockaway Beach well before dawn, then meditate together till the sun rises, after which there's a workout & watermelon. August is a month when people in Japan think about their ancestors, so that's the focus of the meditation. For the past few years I've been lucky enough to get a ride from a color belt who lives across the street from me. This year his plane got diverted to Boston & he isn't going to make it back for another day, most likely. I woke up at 3 to find we were staying right here in Manhattan. Feels like Maureen Owen's No-Travels Journals for the 21st century.
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