scribbled on a napkin

I found myself saying, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” later Saturday morning, though not clear who I was saying it to. Head librarian? Sexy RN? Kwan Yin on a front porch? The cost quote to have my brakes fixed? How fast the coffee disappears?

If you are a regular follower of this Blog you will know that I have a thing I say every morning, before meditation, and at times during the day — “All offers.” Whatever shows up, I’m at my best when I look at what’s arrived, maybe puzzle over it, hang out with it, consider it as another best interest in disguise, be perfectly okay if I don’t have a clue. And proceed from there. As John Tarrant Roshi says – “When you take the role of host you know the guests are arriving, and you get to be courteous.” There’s a lot of that.

This morning I’m a little dazed. I’ve been reading a lot, and spending time in the library. There’s an endless list of things Toyota recommends be done on my rather ancient (24) Camry, long and crazy expensive. So that’s a we’ll see. I do love that car.

I realize I’ve been something of a disc jockey here the last couple of months, lots of rock and roll finding its way into this space. The music’s not separate from me, and even if there’s not a video in sight, it’s nearly always there in the words for discerning punkster eyes.