A moment of bliss...

It's raining. Finally. Thank god. Maybe now I might actually get some work done. Might. No, definitely. Absolutely. It's a funny thing to love your work and to do it and to never finish. I am totally stuck in Borges' Library of Babel. But I think I could live here, if I got zen about the whole thing. How does one get zen anyway? Meditating? I could meditate on the rain. And the cold. I've decided it feeds me soul. Which? Both. The rain AND the cold. I wish I could keep them locked somewhere inside me and call them up whenever I wanted. Maybe I can. Maybe that's what zen is.