The Zoo

I shot awake in the middle of the night with a fix, a fix for a whole in a troubled chapter of my book.  There was no paper or pen next to the bed — of course there wasn’t — just a growing stack of Kay Scarpetta mysteries that I’m suddenly, inexplicably addicted to and a collection of half-empty glasses of water, so I had to get up and go to my desk and turn on the light and find the right notebook and write it all down.

By the time I went back to bed it was too late.  Awake, with monkey mind, for the rest of the night.

Mind Monkey or Monkey Mind:  from Chinese xinyuan and Sino-Japanese shin’en, is a Buddhist term meaning “unsettled; restless; capricious; whimsical; fanciful; inconstant; confused; indecisive; uncontrollable”.

Funny, that’s usually how I usually describe this group of wild, running, wrestling hooligans, but look at them this morning.  Angels all.  A circle of zen.  Maybe they’ll stay like this all day while I work?

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