Post by goldenmyst on Jul 22, 2020 21:52:27 GMT -6
Zen Under the Magnolias
My grandparents are still alive though feeble. We have dinner and from there I go to the neighborhood forest where I played as a child. My quest is to dig up a time capsule I had left under the ruins of treehouse when I was a wee lad. Therein lays the story of the boy I once was. If the memorabilia is well preserved in the Tupperware box then the artifacts of my lost youth may be the key to my future.
But when I arrive at the entrance there is a young lady lying in a lawn chair. She informs me that the property is private and I can go no further.
But she is very friendly and scholarly. We discuss Zen philosophy like Buddhists who share a bookish sense of life on that beautiful day in the woods.
Finally, our Chautauqua leads her to sit next to me and rest her head on my shoulder like a nun who seeks a different road to enlightenment.
My grandparents are still alive though feeble. We have dinner and from there I go to the neighborhood forest where I played as a child. My quest is to dig up a time capsule I had left under the ruins of treehouse when I was a wee lad. Therein lays the story of the boy I once was. If the memorabilia is well preserved in the Tupperware box then the artifacts of my lost youth may be the key to my future.
But when I arrive at the entrance there is a young lady lying in a lawn chair. She informs me that the property is private and I can go no further.
But she is very friendly and scholarly. We discuss Zen philosophy like Buddhists who share a bookish sense of life on that beautiful day in the woods.
Finally, our Chautauqua leads her to sit next to me and rest her head on my shoulder like a nun who seeks a different road to enlightenment.
