What I’m reading

Since I was young, I’ve felt that my books combined tell the story of my life, and they move with me as I move through the world. Here are some of my recent indulgences, and short reflections on them.

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The Book of Tea: Okakura Kakuzo

I knew tea had a central role in the ways of Japanese and Zen Buddhism, but didn’t appreciate it until reading this book. It unpacks the various nuances associated with tea in Japan; it’s history, the small symbolic practices that the western eye would just never notice in it’s haste. The cult of teaism is opened to the reader, (as is my thirst!) and the reminder that the present moment is one of infinite unfoldings, if only we slow and listen.

Apparently, this is the book that inspired Heidegger’s Being and Time, which is pretty cool. I will definitely read it again.

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The Book: Alan Watts

This was the last book my colleague Natalie read before she passed away suddenly in 2018. I read this hoping to gain a glimpse of what she might have been thinking about moments before she died.

This is another book that will keep on giving with re-reads. I left months later still holding the notion that this idea of “I” is less an essence or thing, and more the sensing and experience of my surroundings and context. The punch in the ontological gut is that we are the universe experiencing itself, and in naming parts of the universe, we too easily forget that nothing can exist without all the other parts.

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Frankenstein: Mary Shelley

Check out Natalie Hardwicke’s recent paper exploring this further.