Tonight I went to my Zen center for sitting practice and discussion group. I’d taken a hiatus from the Zen center in mid-summer because I had a problem with the teacher. He’d suddenly given up private interviews, due to some problems of miscommunication with a female student. I had really grown to depend on those private sessions on a weekly basis. I felt like he abandoned me, left me out in the cold, didn’t care and wasn’t at all considerate of my feelings. I called a board meeting of the Zen center and grilled him in front of the board, who didn’t really see it my way either. I called his teacher, and several other teachers in the lineage, partly to find out their thoughts, but mostly to complain. Continue reading When Buddhas Kill