It's night time.
Close to midnight.
It's raining outside.
I'm in Mullumbimby.
Outside my bedroom window is thick and wild vegetation.
It smells good in the rain.
And the sound is pleasant, too.
Comforting, evocative, rhythmical.
I sit down to tap out a message about
I don't know what.
It feels like the right thing to do.
Knock on the door of my psyche - rap, rap, rap - and see if I get a response.
Maybe while I am waiting I will hum a song in my head.
Nothing recognisable. A generic tune.
Maybe in the back of my mind I will be thinking about the day I had.
Maybe I'll be thinking of my next meal.
Maybe I'll be thinking about an ex girlfriend or an encounter overseas from years ago.
I don't know.
How much attention should I pay to what I may be thinking while I am waiting for fresh thoughts to appear.
Maybe I shouldn't be watching.
Maybe I should let go.
When I go on my beach walks, sometimes I just count quietly in my head. One, two, three.... up to three or four hundred then start again.
I look at the sky, the clouds, the waves, the light, the sand, the scenery...
I mildly attempt to be present as much as I can.
Sometimes I am aware that I am thinking about things that are of concern at the time. Worries, consternations.
I try to sort them, placate them, step aside from them like a deft martial artist and let them fall behind me.
I breathe in the clean, bolstering air.
I feel the vast openness.
I tell myself I am lucky.
I am lucky to be walking on this magnificent, scarcely habituated shore.
I walk on and on, further and further until there is no one else.
Even any other walkers have turned back.
Now I know I am lucky.
I am alone with nature.
Nature is big.
Nature is powerful.
Nature can mend.
It feels healthy to propel myself forward, mind emptying.
I sometimes get ideas.
I sometimes see things more clearly.
I am bolstered.
I am spending this part of my life - this hour or so each day -doing this simple thing that nourishes so much.
It is simple.
It is free.
It is an investment, a parlay with life itself, a small adventure, an interaction between mind, body, soul and the universe.
It is being.
Basic.
It does take effort but the payoff is great.
I cherish it.
I am lucky! I know it.
I am friends with the earth.
I am living on this planet.
A quiet man with a busy mind, that has been lulled into a state of blissful surrender, nurtured by nature, uplifted by a majestic, timeless magic, sandwiched between a limitless sky and a sandy crust, moistened and energised by a dynamic, relentless shush of timeless waves.
There is nary a better feeling.
I am grateful.
Grateful, grateful.
Close to midnight.
It's raining outside.
I'm in Mullumbimby.
Outside my bedroom window is thick and wild vegetation.
It smells good in the rain.
And the sound is pleasant, too.
Comforting, evocative, rhythmical.
I sit down to tap out a message about
I don't know what.
It feels like the right thing to do.
Knock on the door of my psyche - rap, rap, rap - and see if I get a response.
Maybe while I am waiting I will hum a song in my head.
Nothing recognisable. A generic tune.
Maybe in the back of my mind I will be thinking about the day I had.
Maybe I'll be thinking of my next meal.
Maybe I'll be thinking about an ex girlfriend or an encounter overseas from years ago.
I don't know.
How much attention should I pay to what I may be thinking while I am waiting for fresh thoughts to appear.
Maybe I shouldn't be watching.
Maybe I should let go.
When I go on my beach walks, sometimes I just count quietly in my head. One, two, three.... up to three or four hundred then start again.
I look at the sky, the clouds, the waves, the light, the sand, the scenery...
I mildly attempt to be present as much as I can.
Sometimes I am aware that I am thinking about things that are of concern at the time. Worries, consternations.
I try to sort them, placate them, step aside from them like a deft martial artist and let them fall behind me.
I breathe in the clean, bolstering air.
I feel the vast openness.
I tell myself I am lucky.
I am lucky to be walking on this magnificent, scarcely habituated shore.
I walk on and on, further and further until there is no one else.
Even any other walkers have turned back.
Now I know I am lucky.
I am alone with nature.
Nature is big.
Nature is powerful.
Nature can mend.
It feels healthy to propel myself forward, mind emptying.
I sometimes get ideas.
I sometimes see things more clearly.
I am bolstered.
I am spending this part of my life - this hour or so each day -doing this simple thing that nourishes so much.
It is simple.
It is free.
It is an investment, a parlay with life itself, a small adventure, an interaction between mind, body, soul and the universe.
It is being.
Basic.
It does take effort but the payoff is great.
I cherish it.
I am lucky! I know it.
I am friends with the earth.
I am living on this planet.
A quiet man with a busy mind, that has been lulled into a state of blissful surrender, nurtured by nature, uplifted by a majestic, timeless magic, sandwiched between a limitless sky and a sandy crust, moistened and energised by a dynamic, relentless shush of timeless waves.
There is nary a better feeling.
I am grateful.
Grateful, grateful.
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