Happy 78th birthday to Leonard Cohen.
For reasons I can't quite explain, Cohen seems to have become some sort of sensei for me at this point in my life. Did you ever read an author, listen to a musician, or meet a person that you were suddenly -- blindingly -- convinced had something essential to teach you?
Maybe its because I'm a slowly aging Jew enticed by Buddhism, who aches in the places he used to play, like Cohen himself.
Maybe its because I, like Cohen, revel in the reality that I am a cracked vessel -- because that, as he says, is how the light gets in.
Don't know. I do know that I'd love to spend an evening of conversation with the man, over a bottle of peaty scotch.
I will probably have to settle for seeing him in concert in Boston in December.
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