I've just come home from three hours of improv workshops. I'm tired, but it's a good tired. I get a similar feeling from visiting contemporary art galleries, saturated with ideas and beauty and meaning. On the car ride home my friend asked me to name my favourite scene of the night, and I couldn't remember a single one. It was as if I was trying to remember a dream. I know I laughed, I know I played, but the details slipped away.
There are so many other things that bring me contentment, reruns of Star Trek, the smell of oil paint, sea food, hugs, a good book, a bad movie, karaoke, the list goes on. What are some things that are zen to you?