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| Rose and raindrops |
You might be wondering what I'm referring to in the title: what is "it"? Well, mostly it's my inability to keep anything in my mindstream for long enough to actually finish anything at all. In time for my usual Monday post, I thought about several topics to consider, but by the time I would get around to looking anything up on Google, I've gotten sidetracked. Not just once or twice, but often enough to give me a headache.
I wonder if this might be a side effect of starting to meditate. When I'm following my breath, it works well, and I even lose track of time and end up sitting for longer than I intended. Some people use an alarm to remind them of when they are supposed to finish, but I've been intrigued to notice that I end up sitting far longer than I thought I would. However, when I return to "normal" life, I'm having a hard time staying one-pointed on a task. The good thing is that it doesn't really bother me that much; my sense of equanimity is improving.
That, and I'm not watching the news too often. More than any other activity, turning on CNN or PBS and listening to how much suffering and despair most people experience daily — it's enough to cause anybody to feel anguish. The good part of simply working to keep my own little corner of the universe having any contentment at all is a step in the right direction.
Today I will take on the task of gathering together all the gloves I use during the colder months and trying to find mates for most of them. I know this sounds laughable, but I'm at the point of not caring if they are actual mates or not, as long as they fit each hand comfortably. I don't seem to lose all of the rights or lefts, fortunately. And then the rest of them will be thrown out, so I won't be tempted to let them hang around hoping for a hookup. I've got gloves from years back that I thought might come in handy, so to speak. Time to clean up my act!
When I walked home from the bus this morning, it was cloudy and mostly overcast, but now the sun is emerging and I'm thinking I might set out for another jaunt. After the gloves, that is.
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I agree with not caring if they match or not as long as they are comfortable and do the job (gloves that is). I think this comes with age (although I have to admit, I've never been much for fashion even when young). And I'm off Facebook these days as reading what people say sometimes makes me so sad... like their rights outweigh people's lives. Staying peaceful with meditation sounds like a good way to get through it all.
ReplyDeleteDear Rian, people are losing their LIVLIHOODS because of this covid b.s. - which is precisely what this flu-bug is. Don't working people's (economic) lives matter? Evidently not :/
DeleteI have a number of left hand gloves. I can only assume that being right handed means I remove that glove to find some change or use the phone or whatever and then put the glove down somewhere never to be seen again. Unlike your sensible approach I keep all these odd gloves in the hope of matching them up but to no avail.
ReplyDeleteI don't wear gloves, but have...TWO pairs (one leather & one for skiing). lol
ReplyDeleteThat rose is so beautiful. It would seem meditating would be the very point of clearing your mind ...which seems to me this is just what you are doing.
I watch the news &read media in the morning, but I do NOT let it bother me...just keeping up with the world, negative or not.
I don't have any missing gloves. Am I abnormal? Oh well, that would not be the only reason why I am not in the mainstream.
ReplyDeleteForgetfulness does go with age, but also because by now we have so many brain cells in use that thinking gets cluttered. :-)
I'm happy for you that meditation is working for you. I find that knowing what's going on is important to me.
Well, I get side tracked and I'm not meditating. I'm just old
ReplyDeleteOh gosh! I get side tracked all the time so if something comes to mind, I have to write it down or it floats away.
ReplyDeleteGloves? Wow! I haven’t thought of gloves in too long a time. Sigh…
I have to write notes to myself all the time. Things that I am curious about, movies that I want to watch, specific items to buy, etc. If I don't write notes to myself right away, it goes out of my mind, but sometimes comes back as a bit of an irritating whisper until I remember. The answer to this is to do less, promise less, just have a smaller universe to answer to. I think my kids worry about my getting forgetful so then I worry about them worrying. Sometimes I feel like Dory in Finding Nemo. But then, she turned out okay.
ReplyDeleteWell, mismatched socks are kind of an In thing, so maybe gloves can follow suit.
ReplyDeleteDid get a smile at your trying to match your gloves. I only have two pair (not including work gloves) so it is easy. I have just started meditating and so far not noticing any problems focusing but it is early yet. You steered me there with the Dali Lama's Cat. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI used to be kind of a news junkie. But no longer. All the news outlets, both left and right (there doesn't seem to be anything reasonably objective anymore) are too biased, too opinionated, too harsh and too angry. So we read books, not newspapers, and watch Netflix and Amazon instead of TV news. As far as "inability to keep anything in mindstream" ... join the club!
ReplyDeleteI don't lose gloves--mostly socks.
ReplyDeleteIt's kay to have more zen time in your days. ;)
Lovely rose! :)
We buy lots of brown work gloves...they all match and they are good for Fall work! Winter is a different story! Good luck finding your matching ones...I have been known to wear gloves that do not match:)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful fall you are having. So glad you are enjoying being outdoors. It's impossible here to stay out for very long.
ReplyDeleteI’m with you about the gloves. I can’t keep thoughts together either. The news drives me to distraction. I try to know generalities but that’s enough.
ReplyDeleteI have a good many gloves, but only use a handful of them.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you are getting some benefit from meditation.
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