zenjones

The holiday weekend comes and I am so excited. Looking forward in an unZen way. So I remind myself to be here now and I’m awaren of the slight fizziness in my abdomen as if there were champagne in there. I’m aware of expectations: that I will have time, large luxurious swathes of time. Of course there aren’t enough hours for the reading and movie watching and yoga and cooking and and writing and  sleeping in and organizing that I keep adding to the list.

So just for now I will be aware of this train ride I’m actually on. It smells like dry cleaner fluid and shampoo in here. The soft murmurs are punctuated gently by the futuristic swooshing of the tracks and the rude too-loud staticky blur of the conductor announcing the next stop. It is loving kindness day so I breathe the scattered riders in. May they be healed in their difficulties. May they extend loving kindness to others.