There is also an interview with Jane Hirshfield in this issue. She has a poem on not discriminating or denying.
It is called "A Cedary Fragrance" about her time at Tassajara, a Zen retreat center.
A Cedary Fragrance
I wash my face with cold water -
not for discipline,
nor the icy, awakening slap,
but to practice
to make the unwanted wanted.
by Jane Hirshfield from Given Sugar, Given Salt.
I found out yesterday my feet will probably bother me another two months. If you can sleep, it seems, it is not considered a big deal, and I love to sleep, so I continue to wiggle my toes, hoping to wiggle tingling away, but, for now, perhaps, I will wiggle in the shade of cold water, and pray to accept wiggling my toes like a bunny nose.