[blockquote source=”Bill Watterson”]“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?”[/blockquote]

Do you remember when an entire day could be lost inside a single mud puddle? When hours would slip into the ripplings of raindrops upon an unbroken surface? And a long stick, just perfectly crooked, was your very best ‘explorer’ friend?

I used to play for hours along that stream, lost in a wonderment that only a child’s heart could hold – and still, carried on through all these years.

Curiosity has always been my Zen. And, a good spot by the stream – my thinking space.

In those days, there was no hurrying to get ‘done.’ Rather, simplicity in purpose, ushered its very own sort of bliss.

When we were beguiled by the breaking of water, bubbling over worn rocks…and the softness of moss growing against a hardened bark.

In those days, we didn’t so much worry about our pants getting wet.

And, our end of day was always marked by those awful mosquitoes moving in…

[blockquote source=”Karen Maezen Miller”]“Your life is your practice. Your spiritual practice does not occur someplace other than in your life right now, and your life is nowhere other than where you are. You are looking for answers, insight, and wisdom that you already possess. Live the life in front of you, be the life you are, and see what you find out for yourself.”[/blockquote]

In simpler times, there is always a simpler sort of Zen…

And, when we can connect with it – there’s just no telling what wonders it may bring.