the stillness.

it's pretty quiet at 5:30 a.m. in the woods.
almost no noisiness even makes it inside...
yeah,
there's a bunch of b!tchsap birds bleating,
but otherwise,
it's tranquility all the way;
my kids are back home in weak-sauce connecticut,
one of our dogs, hamden, is at a sleepover with jess's sister,
and the rest of my peoples are asleep, snugly, in their bedrooms.
it's just me and the noisy-ass old refrigerator,
watching the sunrise,
and making moves.



ya'll remember daruma?
he's a mad old indian meditater,
and the founder of zen buddhism in asia.
he's also, and maybe more even widely,
best known for being protrayed as a red wish doll shaped like an urn.
(i have a daruma tattyblasted on my knee)
the way the dolls work is:
you fill in just one of his empty doll-eyes when you make a wish,
and when that jammie-jam comes true,
you reward the little hoppity-blop by filing in the other one.
i got one the other day,
and he's givin' me the 'one-eyed willy' stink wink right now.
i'm hopin' to fill that second peeper in a.s.a.p.,
as i really need some wishes fulfilled....
vacation is almost over,
and we're waiting on all the last minute stressful final forms, functions,
failsafes, and foundations to doo-doo all the factfinding
and funding founding and financing for our Folk Life fortress.
that type of real-world adult activity will have you up and about,
sleeplessly appreciating the sunrise on a thursday morning, for sure.

these days, my ninjas.
i'm sayin';
never quiet, never soft...