Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Marshmallows

During our walk around the neighborhood this past weekend, we came across an intriguing puzzle.  Let me paint a picture for you for a second. 

The leaves in the trees were burgundy and gold.  The overhead sky was azure with bits of puffy white clouds.  The air was brisk and fresh, utterly refreshing.

What captured our attention in this beautiful setting, however, was marshmallows. 

Yup, marshmallows.

While we were walking, we came across star-shaped marshmallows, the size of quarters.  I noticed them first, since I was in the lead.  A white one was sitting in th middle of the sidewalk, then after a little bit, a pink one showed up.  Then a blue one.

I pointed out this trail of marshmallows to Zen Master and Zen Mum.  And we became captivated with these little critters, promptly forgetting the beauty that surrounded us.

Yup, it doesn’t take much to captivate us.

So there we were.  Following a trail of white, pink and blue marshmallows around the neighborhood.

What was the story behind these sugary things?

Who left them behind?

Where was the person going?

And why was the person wasting these precious marshmallows when she could be eating them?

Now that was the question that truly bothered me!

These are the questions that do keep me up at night.

But the most burning question of all?

What are we going to eat for Thanksgiving?

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