Sunday is the first day of my weekend and while I’m not religious, they are sacred to me. I make a big deal about Sundays because they let both relax at the end of the week and get prepared for the week ahead. I love sleeping in. I know as an adult, this is not a proud notion, but I am a really impressive sleeper. (Except for sleeping sitting up – this I cannot do). So on Sundays I will usually try to post something I find inspiring or interesting or beautiful to help with setting the tone for the week. I should have called it silent Sundays, but that would be difficult for me.
Alan Watts was born in London in 1915 at the start of the first World War. At a young age he became fascinated with the arts of the Far East, and by the time he was ten or eleven he began to read thriller stories by Sax Rohmer about about mysterious Oriental villains. This interest led him in turn to the works of Lafcadio Hern, Christmas Humphreys, and DT Suzuki, and by fourteen was writing on Eastern themes, and was published in the Journal of the London Buddhist Lodge before producing his first booklet on Zen in 1932. He moved to New York in 1938 and then to Chicago where he served as an Episcopal priest for six years before leaving the Church. Then in 1951 at the invitation of Frederic Spiegelberg he moved to San Francisco to teach at the Academy of Asian Studies. Alan died in his sleep in November of 1973 after returning from an intensive international lecture tour. A film on his life and works is currently in production.
This clip is by Tragedy and Hope whose youtube channel is full of stirring videos.