Thursday, November 8, 2012

Messages from Dad and Zen at Play

Photo by channah

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.

Coincidence? Maybe.

Strange. Yes.

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.


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