Holidays and Holy Daze

One by one, I watch my Facebook friend’s newsfeed reports from holidays, honeymoons and high-paced adventures.  I so enjoy the mobile picture uploads that chronicle beach get-aways, fine-dining and the occasional travel plan snafu.

In contrast in what seems to be my small world, I managed to re-pot a lily in my Zen water garden during a brief moment of summertime activity.  On an even more rare occasion I may make a trip to the garden center of my local hardware store — with an entourage of mobile phone not-so-candid pix that make it seem we were visiting the French Riviera.  Speaking of which, Dad is visiting Paris, Prague and Vienna all this week!

Stories could abound at the microscopic quality of my life in comparison to what seems to be a much larger macroeconomic playground of the world at large.  Even so, it would still just be a story made up for the benefit of my own egoic mind; cerebral masturbation to stimulate and prolong the story of ‘me’.

Or … I could step outside on this not-yet-so-hot summer morning, kneel beside my Zen water garden and feed a goldfish.  Peace and stillness, without meaning or fanfare … save perhaps one little mobile phone upload!