More from the Dalai Lama

an extremely loud crow in the palm tree in my backyard

It is said that a real meditator never feels the lack of external

materials.

I lay in bed early, early this morning listening to the sprinklers go off and keep going off the valves clicking and the water rushing under the house and are we wasting this precious water is always what I think to water our gardens of flowers and green grass when we actually live in a desert so then I got up and sat, did my sitting, my meditation and the thoughts of what was coming that day kept coming in, insistent, the jewelry party I'm hosting and whether or not Sophie would be over her flu and ready for school and if so I wouldn't have to call a babysitter to come early since I'm going to a focus group this afternoon to talk about epilepsy and specifically rectal valium, the only reason because I get paid one hundred and twenty five dollars which basically would be enough to pay the babysitter so that I could go and Oliver has basketball tonight and what should I make for dinner because the cupboards are bare as mother would say.