** another re-post. This from December 2014. Just seems to feel relevant today...
One day, walking along the boardwalk, I picked up a piece of paper
With someone else’s grocery list on it
Fallen out of a pocket, I suppose.
Rather poignant, I thought.
It felt like peeking into some stranger’s private life.
It prompted the thought that
I’ve wound up with someone else’s life
This is sooooo
not the one I planned for.
The one I expected
at all ... at all ... at all.
Today may wind up being
the day I planned for myself yesterday.
Everything feels off
All muddled up.
Truthfully, I’m not liking the feel of it, much
It. Is. What. It. Is.
'Quote of the day' with this post: “This ... dream reminded me of another I had heard years before, in which a man was in a restaurant and ordered a steak; instead he was served a large platter of beans. That dream sounded like a Zen story to me and led me to reflect for a long time on the value of plain pedestrian food, especially when we consciously order up something more special. Life has a way of plopping extreme ordinariness in front of us when we are entertaining exotic gourmet daydreams.” – Thomas Moore in Care of the Soul