It’s not really fair. Buddha, above, has an advantage in the meditation game: he’s a statue.
I’ve tried it. I’ve tried finding a still, small, quiet space in the world to sit still, quietly, and make myself small in the grand scheme of the world. I’ve tried praying, meditating, contemplating, but I have a great deal of difficulty. I can’t shut off me. If I were concrete, if I had been formed somewhere by an artisan or a concrete mold and there were no thoughts going on inside my head, I might be better at sitting still and finding a quiet place to think about life, about the things that really matter.
Either way, Buddha always has the advantage.
Ooh, it’s nearly the end of Friday here, but it’s just beginning to be Friday where so many of my friends and family live. For Photo Friday, here’s a little reflection from my life.
…with black and white right now.
Maybe I’m wishing that the world would present more obvious choices – seeing the world in black and white, as it were.
Actually, I’m not sure I wish I had one of these “cabins”. I have a tough enough time keeping up my yard and house that I live in, let alone trying to keep up a home away from home. The way my mind works, if I own a house at the lake, I’m going to live in that house. If I own a house in the suburbs (I do), then I’m going to live in that house. I’ve never really understood the “need” to have two houses.
Either way, these lake houses made a nice photo, so I’m just going to enjoy view.
I’m sick. That horrible, sore, head-achy, want to lie around on the couch while slipping in and out of consciousness kind of sick. Besides the ginger ale and rest, I’m thinking about the beach, in hopes that the happy thoughts will help me feel better.