Solitude & The Laughing Buddha Part 3

After several hours of being alone I wanted to write...but had no pen.

My heart and mind were flooded with perception and I wanted to capture it all, but I have learned from years of experience that it is often this way. Sometimes it is best to just sit down and BE...and not write or chronicle.

The Buddha, sitting by the old rock swing watched me search for a pen, then let out a belly laugh, deep and full..

I stopped looking for it, but 30 minutes later he was distraced by a Grey Heron and I put on my diving shoes and headed for the truck to get my pen.

I am obviously not a very good buddhist. I am also not a good chrirstian. But I'm honest.