It's almost 6 am on a Wednesday morning. It is calm and cool as I look out the window in front of my laptop. What shall I write? I'm not able to think of a title for this post. My mind has not kicked in to thinking mode this early in the day. That is a possibility. Sometimes thinking mode is over-rated. I read posts in different venues about how over-thinking can be problematic. It's quite often associated with addictive behaviors.
I love to get in the place when my mind is involved wholly in a task such as crafting or reading. I don't find watching television conducive to this mindful place that I like to be in. The analogy of television as junk food isn't lost on me. There are times when I like junk television and it is an escape. I admit I watch Let's Make A Deal with Wayne Brady or Big Brother as a sort of calorie laden bag of potato chips for my brain. I'm not able to do this as a constant. It saps my inner reserves of self discipline if I watch a lot of television.
To achieve the mindful place where I'd like to be, I quietly meditate and pray, I crochet on the prayer shawl that I'm making for Ernie who is seriously ill, or I listen to music. It is such a gift to me when I am able to focus my attention and do these activities.
Reading has been a difficult area for me to re-establish. Due to depressive episodes, the focus and attention to it has been lost to me at times. A lot of my childhood and youth were spent in this beloved pastime. The rewards to me of achieving the focus I need to read a book in its entirety are limitless.
I listen to the vehicles speeding by on the US highway I live on and I hear the birds with their tweets and song. It is an interlude of sound that sends me on my way this morning. I have hope that I may achieve some mindful time such as this as my day progresses. It may include some reading, crocheting, or music. That is a bonus in any day of my life.