Monks

Last night there were Monks in Rian's Studio. I had not expected them, although I knew they were coming. They are renting out the front room twice a month, yes? Buddhist Monks in Rian's homogenous town. An oddity that is not only amusing, but also precious.

So. Rian lay stretched out upon the floor, yes, after a particularly nasty surprise pre-Solstice experience, followed by an extremely blood warming rub down....boneless, drifting...

...and suddenly a creature in full Buddhist robes, orange and yelllow...ochre?...came sweeping through the door, fabric billowing much like a television character. Shaven head. Black socks and black Reeboks.

His followers drifted after, also in regalia. They were having some trouble hauling in chair after folding chair. (Do Buddhist practioner's not sit on the floor for mediation?) They did not look particularly serene, especially when their aluminum table caught in the closing Studio door.

To a one, they all wore black socks and black Reeboks. Is this a new Official Addition to the robes? Surely sandals are more traditional.

Rian, pretending to savasana, watched them for a ttch beneath lowered lids. Rian has always wanted to be a Monk, whether in a Franciscan Monastary or atop a mountain in Tibet. What a life it must be, full of purpose...

The Monks have invited any person to stop by and observe their meditations mext Meet. And Rian shall.

I would like to see if they are rather more serene after they have learned to manage the Studio door.