3 Unmindful Reflections
Being Unmindful
I’m sitting on the front terrace of the Landmark Hotel. Just finished a cup of orange sherbet, which allows me to sit here all day admiring the ebb and flow of Sukhumvit Road and the characters that pass through. My mind is on nothing. Just enjoying the day, scene, breeze, and I only think when I want. Gazing is peaceful. No hurry, no need to chase.
Gazing and Grazing
This moment is timeless. It’s about gazing pointlessly and sensing a vague nuance of dopamine edging me, suggesting that I am on a good track; and in a good place; a good spot — in my life. It’s about enjoying whatever comes into view; and at times, and for extended moments, allowing the eyes to rest on something — anything; it’s all beautiful and interesting: the seeming lifelessness of a water fountain, the clarity of the enormous banana leaves swaying nonchalantly in the breeze, whichever way it takes them. The leaves move together, but also in solitude. They bend and perform the river-like dance of going with the flow so they can return another day. They don’t break; they are in it for the long haul, like me — by just being. Gazing. Grazing with the beauty that surrounds us.
The Coffee is Good
Sitting on a side street outside of San Jose, Costa Rica. The coffee is good. From the small café table, I have a view of the barrio. A dented soda can lies in the dirt in front of me. The sun is reflecting off it, caressing both the can and me; welcome warmth on a cool morning. A four-year-old girl appears from nowhere, breaking my hypnotic gaze on the can. Her expression says, “I’m here.” She gives the can a kick and throws her arms in the air, turning to see my expression. I give her a thumbs up and she responds with a smile. The coffee is good.
The ocean in cold season
It’s almost as good as a funeral or near-death experience in leading one to re-evaluate a life trajectory. The expanse. The horizon whispers there is more, but it’s untouchable in the present moment. So, you go internal — to find your own horizon in the depth of your soul and you get a glimpse of who you really are.
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