Now earlier today, I walked out of my front door meaning to turn right but somehow found myself turning left. Instead of going to the waste paper bin with my empty pizza box, I found myself standing next to the trampoline at the bottom of the garden.
No kids were home, so I thought I would have a quick go. Jump around for a bit. It felt like quite a grand thing to do on this summer morning. There was something that I had to do after putting the pizza box away and I’d really quite forgotten what it was. Properly slipped my mind, it had.
Then I thought how nice the dandelions looked as I walked passed them. And there was this beautiful purple and white butterfly on one of them, stretching its wings in the sun. I believe it is called a Purple Emperor, which sounds very impressive for a butterfly. And I thought, if I wasn’t so busy trying to remember what I had to remember, I might have time to take a little stretch myself and catch some sun.
And this got me wondering whether the butterfly ever felt like it was too busy. Perhaps it was also trying to remember something. Chuang Tzu had a dream of a butterfly but then when he woke up he wasn’t sure if he was now the butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu.
It all got a little too much so I went inside and had a cup of tea and some crumpets with blueberry jam.
Later, when driving home with my boy, I saw that I’d left the pizza box by the trampoline, and it was now full of ants. So, it's funny how things take on their own path. Would I call it karma? That sounds serious. Karma? Metaphysical forces and cosmic interactions. I should think about that. It sounds like a good idea doesn't it, thinking about karma, and metaphysical stuff all playing with boxes of ants and butterflies? I wonder what the ants would say about it all? Karma?
What’s for dinner?
Then I remembered, I’d left the pizza in the oven.
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