Meditative Prose
Saturday, 19 January 2008
Psychedelic Alphabetasaurus
I knew it was going to be a good day when I cracked my first egg into the pan and two yolks started sizzling. Actually, I knew before that: when I got up early to shave, then again at yoga when we visualized the royal blue light of unconditional love enveloping the whole world. Then two yolks sizzling. Then seeing a stranger carrying a “Free Hugs” sign down Church Street, and getting a free hug, and finding out later that Sarah got a free hug too. Then stepping into Garcia’s Smoke Shop and picking up a starter pipe and half an ounce of “Burlington Perfecto” pipe tobacco, and smoking my pipe out on the stoop in my slippers, getting a little buzzed and watching the stark bare branches of the trees move just a little. All day long, this good Saturday just kept affirming itself.
