Meditating while standing beneath a ceiling fan, seven feet off the ground, arms burning from working on the wiring, thinking about how the world in its ways tries to hardwire us to experiences or expectations of how we should be, how we should define ourselves. I play crisscross with the wires, thinking about for a moment how I do not want to be that kind of person.I believe in tracing one's path you must pull your fingers from that grid and unplug. the electronic herd holds no meaning for you if you are simply being pulled by their mechanical tide, all heading in one direction.

January 26 is coming. A child's birthday. What is really most important here?

I swing from vine to vine tonight, having had a lovely night with my kiddies, more driven by exhaustion then inspiration in my writing, but I am trying to work these convoluted shapes in my head out.

I am wishing all of you a deeply restful, undisturbed rest.

Zen Daddy