Once I was lost in the woods with my friend Donnie. We may have been crying, feeling so lost. My dog Taffy, along for the adventure, just did dog, scooting around, playing, poking her nose through the blocking underbrush into a clearing and the path home.
Last night I got all wrapped up in my head about a few things – amidst all the joy and wonder and gratitude of getting another day – like Cory says, “In for the chance.” Then sitting in meditation earlier this morning none of that last-night stuff mattered at all. There I was, up and awake, gifted another day. Yesterday I was frolicking in the Pacific.
I read this line in a Zen Koan this morning – “What’s all the fuss about?”
For me, that’s enough said.