Wednesday, May 4, 2011


I just spent five solid, long minutes wondering why this ditty wasn't singing smoothly in my head:

"The best part of my day is Folgers in my cup!"

I had to let the calm, muscle memory of over-played commercials wash over my sense of awareness in what I just experienced to be the closest thing to meditation. And it came to me.

Waking up!!

Is this why people meditate? Is it all motivation for your brain to give you answers? Where are my spare keys? Where is my phone bill? What is my neighbor's girlfriends name who always wants to stop and chat but I can't for fear it will somehow come up that she rates below people I see once a year, let alone four times a week?

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