Sunday, February 23, 2014


A skunk waddled across the road as we were driving home last night. Spring! The smell of skunk is the first sure sign of spring. The unpleasant smell gives rise to a pleasant thought.

We often want to push away the unpleasant. No, thanks. I don't want any of that.

But, really, we can't hold on to anything. Neither the sighting of the first skunk nor its lingering odor. And not the thought of Spring! It's actually sort of useless to push away or grasp for, but that's what we spend our whole lives doing.

The skunk, the smell, the thought, the reading of this blog are gone. Gone. Gone.
Leaving us with only this present moment.

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