Mindfulness Before Coffee

“Meditation has nothing to do with achieving a result. It is not a matter of breathing in a particular way, or looking at your nose, or awakening the power to perform certain tricks, or any of the rest of that immature nonsense. Meditation is not something apart from life. When you are driving a car or sitting in a bus, when you are chatting aimlessly, when you are walking by yourself in a wood or watching a butterfly being carried along by the wind—to be choicelessly aware of all that is part of meditation.”  ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

“The vague, living countryside, the moon, the remains of the day did their work in me; so did the gently downward road, which forestalled all possibility of weariness. The evening was near, yet infinite.”  ~ Jorge Luis Borges

“He sat watching what went forward with the quiet outward glance of healthy old age.”  ~ George Elliot

Sunday morning once again. The Sun crested the mountains round about 7:45 AM. Here I sit with aches and pains that I have to this point successfully kept under mindful palliation. Getting out of bed, however, was a different story – there was a lot of guttural stuff going on. Luckily I find that stuff humorous! We are definitely in the thick of winter here. Snow gone crunchy, to various degrees, depending on where you are. Air at the freezing point come peak heat in the afternoon, after which the temperatures have been plummeting hastily about 30 minutes before sunset. Single digits overnight. I’m kinda sorta over the deep cold stuff, but whatcha gonna do, right? Say, what’s up with Mr. Chatty here, have I nothing to say? You could say that. But here’s the thing. I always spend Sundays in a fairly sweet melancholy vibe, but sometimes it goes on into true depression. Today is one of those days, so I have been mindful, even before I began drinking my coffee. It almost takes chutzpah to do that. And I keep reminding myself that all is well, nothing is up, and peace be with you, child, for wonder is the stuff of the world, stuff from which beauty and truth may emerge. Boy howdy that sounds just about right, dude.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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