Sally in the Zen

Confessions of a Befuddled Zen Buddhist

Refused to Acknowledge

When Fall crept in, I basked in the sights and smells that came with it.  But I refused to accept what that meant, refused to acknowledge what season would come next.

When the warm weather slid out of town with his luggage, I refused to accept it.  I held out to the very end.

I mean, I wore T-shirts and shorts, shivering with goosebumps but I refused to pull out the warm gear.

Until the next day, but that’s beside the point.

I rebelled further by not heating up my car in the early morning cold, instead just sliding in and starting it up and driving away.

Until the next morning, it was freezing, and I had to warm up my car. 

And then last weekend, when I woke up on Saturday morning, this is what I saw outside my window.


“Why?”  I threw my hands up into the air, shrieking that question into the ether.  “WHY?”

And then it occurred to me that I was standing outside on my patio, wearing only cotton jammies, acting like a lunatic in an early Saturday morning while probably, maybe, there were neighbors who were still sound asleep in their warm beds.

Okay, so sometimes I’m a little slow on uptake, but snow does that to me.

Or, um, actually, winter does that to me.

Can I move to Florida?

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