The Zen of Moomalone

That is not what the sky looks like right now. That’s what the sky looked like when I started my walk this morning. Right now, the sky is just about as black as the ace of spades and there is rain and lots of thunder of the rumbly sort and I’m not sure if we’re gonna get much more than that here even though the weather maps might show some ugly stuff to the west of us. I dunno. I just don’t think we’re gonna get it. And so, I continue on in the zen-ness of moomalone. Oh, finally a flash of lightning. Hmmm.

Anyway, according to Wikipedia (take it or leave it but I don’t think most college profs will accept it as a legitimate source), Zen is a school of Buddhism. I think my knowledge of religion is just about as bad as my knowledge of politics and we won’t get into my opinions. Y’all got enough of those yesterday. Anyway, I have a sort of an idea about what Zen is in my brain and it is probably not anywhere near correct but hanging about *alone* in my own personal landfill for a week makes me feel like I’m practicing some sort of Zen. I mean, other than going to work and meeting my weekly coffee buddies, I have just been h-a-n-g-i-n-g here. Doing a minimum number of chores, s-l-o-w-l-y cleaning up the last bits after the tree disaster, and ruminating about life, the universe, and everything. Who am I? Now we’re under a warning and the lights just flickered and the microwave clock went out. Computers are unplugged and I’m working away on battery power. Anyway. How the heck did I get *here*? Etc., etc., ad nauseam.

I needed that. I mean, some time alone. Er, now the wind is coming way up. Wonder if there are any more trees just waiting to come down…. I dunno. The last few years were rather eventful with people and dogs leaving in various ways and I quit my old job and rather miraculously found a new and better one. My little space of zen ends tomorrow. Am I ready? I dunno. I guess I have to be. It will be an eventful weekend and it will be fun. I am not ready to live alone yet. But I do need to have time alone. At home. Even though there have been moments over the last week that I have missed Fin Family Moominbeach desperately.

The sky is still as black as the ace of spaces but the wind has subsided and I still think this is just your average severe thunderstorm. Much ado about nothing. At least in my neighborhood. I know a lot of other people tend to lose power. We don’t usually. Knock, knock, knock on wood, fer Kee-reist!

P.S. After probably 20 minutes of no power fluctuations, wouldn’t you know that the nanosecond after I reset the microwave clock, the power fluctuates again. Sheesh!

2 Responses to “The Zen of Moomalone”

  1. Jay Says:

    Try Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig. It is also a different sort of Zen than Buddhism. I had to read this in freshman Third Culture Rhetoric (Lyman Briggs for English). Maybe I liked it so much because it was a book for college, but I held on to my copy for a good many years until the covers fell off.

  2. Maquis Says:

    Red sky at morning, sailor take warning. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.