I have no idea..........another adventure in the land of Pema

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I have no idea why I let her drive me to Milwaukee -- it was all so proposterous. Sort of, well absurd. It seemed to make sense at the time. Although once we hit the traffic jam there was a moment of questioning the sanity of the whole thing, but hindsight is 20/20. I know I am supposed to write about it -- that journey through a thousand flavours. They both told me so. But there was so much food involved.

I have no idea what was said. Its all a blur of spumoni and chocolate cake and, well, I think I even pounded on the table at least once. I laughed so hard that in the end I have no idea what I was laughing about. Fab yoga teacher gives another cameo in my life -- who else would rejoice that her class totally annoyed you (it was a good thing) and then offer up more chocolate cake? The doctor herself dipping into the spomoni and lamenting its early demise (the danger of ordering desert first -- never start with spumoni unless you intend to finish it before the main course)

Of course no intoxicants were used in the making of this journey -- unless you count chocolate, which is, well, more reasonably in that category than I once would have thought. Inner fire bruning bright. Adventure, abundance and generosity were in the cards. Was I supposed to write about the emptiness of a potato? I don't remember anyone mentioning a potato. There was something about emptiness and food --no, a food item. Its all such a blur...... all I remember is someone started it with a cinnamon roll -- yes, started it with a cinnamon roll before I even got there.

It ended up late night, second car, dharma soup, me-n-my-bags settled in, and the two ladies on the way home: thats all I know for sure. I woke up in the middle of the night wondering what time they got home. But too late for "wiser" choices, I simply prayed for their safe return (to home and to enlightenment) and then drifted off to my meditations.

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