just thinking

Old man #1:  See, I was just thinking....
Old man #2: Well that's your first problem!


- habitat for humanity NC 

There's this thing that I like to do at the end of my yoga classes and anytime I'm in a contemplative mood... like tonight when I was watching the sky darken in the forest. I like to listen (I haven't really experimented a lot with the other senses) and let everything sort of jumble into ambiguous sounds. Like I'll be lying there and people will start moving all around me and I'll hear the floor creaking and clothes shuffling and voices whispering or like tonight I'll hear birds chirping and leaves rustling and the wind howling and sounds of cars driving by in the distance and If I'm real good then everything will just be "sound" instead of "footstep" "bird" "wind" "whisper." I'll stop my mind from labeling. In these moments, I am neither happy nor sad, anxious nor peaceful.. I just am. Maybe you can call it being peaceful? I think I like just being better. These moments of just being are among my favorites. At least I think they are? I guess I can only appreciate them in retrospect. But I'm so beyond words happy that I have them because sometimes I feel so alone being around so many silence fillers. And when I'm not categorizing then I'm also not drawing any conclusions ie. I should be anxious right now or somewhere other than Here or going through a laundry list of other things.

I like the relationship I have with this blog at the moment. Now, when I write, I feel like I'm getting a hug. Like tonight, I was in this weird mood and I didn't know what I needed - meditation? company? food? laughs? something to stimulate my intellect? And I'm happy that I've given myself a place to write.

Silence can be the most courageous act. So can speaking. And vice versa. so funny, how we react to things ephemeral.

One of my uncles seems pretty hot tempered sometimes, pretty adamantly convicted of some of his decisions (ie. can I go out tonight with friends?) but as soon as you throw in an "I love you" he melts and you can get him to do whatever you want! I hope that I never grow so callous and numb that I am not moved by an appeal to love. I hope I am always capable of being (when necessary, a least a bit, maybe a lot...) vulnerable.

I've been thinking a lot about this: you are what you repeatedly do. Time always seems to be the necessary ingredient. If I decide that I want to be forgiving, keep forgiving, even when it hurts. If I decide that I want to be healthy, light-hearted, ultra-disciplined, insane, a good whatever....  repetition. Keep forgiving, especially yourself.

I've noticed that, for whatever reason, I REALLY like learning. It's not that I love music, dance, contemplation, etc. etc. etc. in and of themselves... it's really just that playing music or ballroom dancing or anything new gives me something new to learn. And I'm most happy when I can get to the point of being able to improv or "speak" with ease through any of these mediums. People keep saying why do you keep going to that stupid bar or why don't you find another job and the biggest reason is because anything that I've held tight to is a fertile garden of education.

And then what is all of this for, this learning biznas? I was thinking about "for better or for worse" the other day and I like it a lot, but I'm going to give whoever/whatever is at the other end of that as easy a job as possible by keeping my mind fertile, my body healthy, my spirit pure.