I've been wondering what I get from the trips that go on inside my head - singing songs over and over; thinking about things that don't need to be thought about. Sure, there are a lot of times when I need to think about logistics, challenges, ideas. But what do I get from singing (in my head) an old REM or Moody Blues song OVER and OVER???
When I stand in vigil on Saturdays, I watch what goes on inside this skull. I notice repetitive songs amidst useless ponderings about people who have passed by. When I become aware of such things, I usually let go of what feels like a tight grip on them and I just experience...
the sun on my face
the sights and sounds of movement in all directions
the sidewalk beneath my feet
the smells all around
what it feels like to be a part of this body
I sometimes imagine that I am an old tree, rooted beside the road. Not caring about what is happening, but just witnessing.
It is such a miracle to be right here, right now, I find it amazing that a mind would want to cover it all up with distractions.
I don't want to leave this world having missed the wild and beautiful ride!