One of Those Days

It's one of those days. I wrote a whole long piece as a Word document, to be cut and pasted as today's entry in The Buddha Diaries--and somewhere in the cutting and pasting process it got swallowed up in cyberspace. It was about a television documentary I saw about Bobby Kennedy--his growth from brash Attorney General to that long period of rage and grief over his brother's death, to his eventual compassionate aptheosis as a presidential candidate for peace and social justice, and his murder at the moment of victory over his personal demons. This all wrote itself with such fluency and ease that I don't have the heart to attempt to find the words again. So, friends, you'll just have to trust that I wrote this marvelous piece that you would have loved to read, and I would have been sitting here waiting for your oohs and aahs... Too bad. Still, as they say, there are no accidents. Maybe it was not half so good as I thought it was. Until later, then...