I came home tonight from work, tired, sad in a car that was going on fumes because I couldn’t find a gas station that wasn’t lined up onto the street (don’t ask me why – since it is Thursday, not a holiday weekend but there you go, everyone including me needed gas tonight. yippeee!) When I walked into my house however, my gloom disappeared because my daughters greeted me with hugs and a song “the floor is sunshine”. They (the girls and their friend) invented the line during one of their marathon hang-out sessions… it was a mash up from Edie Brickell’s Walking on Sunshine and I have no idea what else. It doesn’t really matter where it came from – the floor is sunshine is officially my favorite phrase of the week, possibly the month. Think about it – the floor is sunshine. What happens? Nothing. My brain shuts right off. It’s a brilliant koan from my “little” masters.
Made me smile anyway.