Zen

I’m feeling good this morning even if I didn’t get quite enough sleep. Last night I got a late long phone call, just what I love, and when I hung out I recorded Gord’s Gold. None of that kept me up that late but it pumped my adrenaline. It was the opposite of feeling out of sorts, it was enjoying being myself. I heartedly recommend it. I have no idea what time I first woke up this morning. I didn’t want to open my eyes to look at my phone and I didn’t want to ask the phone to tell me. Instead, I just lay there with my eye closed, not moving, in the hypnopompic state. I kept myself in it by doing a form of meditation, one I’m a bit shy of discussing but it’s just us here so I will. If I catch my mind wandering into unwanted territory I start a sexual fantasy. You might think that would increase my heartrate and pulse the opposite of meditation, but that’s not how it works out. It’s just rebooting, it’s the equivalent of hitting alt-control-delete. My mind immediately shifts to something else, a pleasant but restful thought. One from this morning was remembering some of the times that strangers have commented on how much they enjoyed hearing my conversation with a friend. One person said, “I love hearing how into each other you two are.” This method works best when I’m caught between sleep and waking. If I’m fully awake I do more traditional meditation. I’ve found that’s all about the breathing. The secret to meditation is that there’s no one secret that works for everyone. Find what works for you. My most common method is closing my eyes and looking at the back of my eyelid while breathing deeply and slowly.

Earlier in the evening I happened upon The Screaming Orphans doing a livestream. I can see becoming obsessed with them. They will be in the mix when Gord’s Gold goes to an hour. There is so much more to Folk Music than a sensitive person on guitar. All hail the Celts. It’s music that speaks to my heart. I’m listening to the end of A Thousand Welcome as I write this. It’s one of WFUV‘s Irish programs, hosted by the great Kathleen Biggins. She’s closing with a guitar piece by Tony McManus. It’s perfect music to write to. Now the Catholic Mass is starting. That is not perfect music to write to.

I’m feeling at peace, so I won’t write the political post I was planning. I’m going to maintain the Zen as long as I can. Facebook can create angst, but it can also bring peace. This morning as I was feeling good, I’m seeing the good. I made a post asking if I can stay friends with somebody that doesn’t like Dark Crystal. The comments to the post make me happy. People are playing along with me. I got a great compliment, someone said she was impressed with how open-minded I am. Every day River asks for three things that make you happy today. Their posting that always makes me happy. Coming up with my answers makes me happy. Last night I had peppercorn pork tenderloin and that made me happy. The world’s best hot chocolate made me happy as did the fact that I got it as a gift. The friend that I talked to on the phone and I had a great idea for a celebration. My homework today is to plan it. That will make me happy. Now for breakfast, my favorite meal.