The thing I noticed on this walk is that I was pretty chill too, maybe because I meditated several times today and wrote a blog about meditation. I have listened to several hours of tibetan monks chanting, it is such a nice escape from the hustle and bustle of the every day american life style. I love it!!!!
On our walk, as Waffles and I were waiting for the cross walk signal to change I kinda slipped into a mediative state for about 30 seconds. The reason I became aware of this stillness within me is because, as I was standing there not really thinking about anything and holding a distant stare, a bus came driving by and as the focus of my stare did not really change I became aware that I could see a reflection of myself in the windows of the bus as it drove by. Usually, I would have been focusing on the people inside the bus and reflecting on times that I rode the bus, but instead today I stood there and looked at myself. It was an interesting moment of reflection.
The cross walk signal changed and we crossed the street. I was still thinking about seeing an image of myself when I saw another image of myself. The headlights of a car coming towards me from behind cast a shadow of my body, shoulders up on an orange reflective street sign. I saw the shape of my head and the little curls of my hair that are getting long enough to be seen in a shadow. I wanted to try and recapture the moment. I paused and looked back. The car had already passed and a quick thought shot through my mind, Some moments are meant to be experienced and not captured, that is a Keri quote right there, so I let it go.
I continued on my way home and felt the wind blowing my hair. I thought to myself, wow my hair is long enough to blow around in the wind. I already knew this because I had experienced the frustration of it a few days ago as I walked from my car to my office, but today,... I enjoyed it.

Meditation today served as a receipt. I had my receipt for my frustrating experience and I exchanged it for an enjoyable one. Nice.
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