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There are strange things going on in my world. So what else is new, right?
The other day I was looking through my book collection to find my copy of “Wild Mind” when I came across a self-printed memoir written by a stranger that I had bought in a flea market years ago. I love it when I come across these gems; I found a stack of old handwritten journals for sale at a swap meet another day. I only bought one. I wish I had bought the whole bunch.
Anyway, as I was rummaging around, I pulled out the memoir and it fell open to a page that had my dad’s birth date, the name of my cousin who recently passed away, and a mention of twins. My mother is a twin.
Just now I was doing some research for today’s prompt contributed by Daniel Ari for Poem-a-Day, “Talk back to a dead poet.”
I always had a fondness for R.D. Laing, but the books of his I own are buried away in my garage. I decided to Google his name. My finger hit the mouse or some button just right and a page called "Zen at Play" opened that I haven’t seen in months. I don’t even remember where I got it from; someone in a group I’m in had passed it along.
I guess I needed to read it today. And I thought you might enjoy it, too.
Now back to writing.