First World Pleasures

Re-reading my early journals, I would say things like:

“Feeling wholly aligned with the ten thousand things, at one with the world.”

“Excitingly close to being fully present in the moment.”

“ During zazen meditation, felt like each breath was taking me one step closer to the doorway of enlightenment.”

Now these are the kind of things I write in my journal or share with my friends.

“ Drove 101 North all the way to Sebastopol with no traffic!!”

“ Got TSA approved this morning at the airport. Score! Didn’t need to take off my shoes.”

“ Found a burrito place that still sold burritos for under $6!”

 “ Replaced my hard-drive in the computer and it’s so fast now!”

“Season 4 of “The Good Wife” just came in at the library. Yeah!”

How far I’ve come. And mind you, I’ve still resisted the i-Phone. Otherwise, I’d be crowing about my new aps or boring you with Instagram photos.

But hey, a pleasure is a pleasure, whether it be cosmic or trivial, planetary or first-world. I take it as it comes. And check it out:  I’m about to board the plane to Portland in first class, a ticket I bought to maintain my Gold card status so I could continue to have the privilege of Priority Baggage.

Life is good.