Being Still

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I cannot lie. Sometimes it is hard to simply sit and relax, especially when Bob (we will call him Bob) starts drumming his fingers on the desk while I’m trying to work on the computer. Sometimes, I think he does it on purpose. He must, because I’ll be there working and suddenly. Drum drum drum.

I hate him. I wish he would disappear. Until the day I find out he has nerve damage. As a child he was in an accident and everyone thought he was okay until….

I know that peace is not something anyone can give or take from me. Peace is or is not inside me. I sit by the open window with my eyes closed and ask the universe for advice on how to move, how to live, how to be, while being still, while everything moves around me.

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Day 2 entry for the A-Z Challenge. True confessions. I pre-wrote my posts for this year but forgot to pre-schedule them. Yesterday one of my kittens accidentally fell off a box on my head and made a big owie  so not feeling too hot today. This too shall pass!

Also just wanted to mention although I am not Buddhist half my family is and this story is half-inspired by a life tried to be lived with Christian ethics and by profound family experiences. Blessings!

Looking for Inspiration (and Discipline – Mostly Discipline)

I really want to be able to say I just don’t feel inspired. I don’t have anything to write about. But the opposite is true. There are so many ideas running around in my head.

Laughing.

Throwing things.

Looking for attention.

The trick is to try and catch just one or two of them and get them to sit still for long enough to decide if I can get them to be well-behaved enough to be interesting AND open to being captured in the written word.

I wonder how often writer’s block is really just that – the moment when your mind goes blank as a hundred thoughts clamber for your attention.

This is probably why God invented meditation.

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