|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.