I’m rubbish at meditating. I can’t sit or keep my mind still for more than about 5 seconds.
They say try to do it in normal day to day moments. Like the zen monk sweeping the floor for 20 years, or Karate Kid, joy in repetition and enlightenment through transcending routine. This thought always comes to me when I am pegging the washing out.
It’s a menial chore, I want it done, out of the way, so I can move on to other things. And yet. It’s an activity you can’t really rush.
It requires some of your focus and concentration. Not all of it, but some. From this I guess comes the opportunity to have those moments of transcendence. By doing the repetitive task, you reach that other place, calm, and brief moment of, enlightenment?
Why mention it today?
Because the sun was out, the flowers are up, the birds were singing, and bees were doing their thing. Fleetingly, I realised here was that moment.
Naturally soon afterwards the mobile rang…