Saturday, July 24; Andi's Room; 12:30pm

Mindfulness.
(As I scarf down another granola bar because all I know is I'm hungry. Therefore, I eat)
I'm feeling more and more strongly about the significance of mindfulness. Living a mindful life. Eating a mindful meal. Speaking in mindful sentences. Choosing mindfully.
I've noticed a lot living in the land of convenience and now being in a place of unpredictability. In Amurrrica (and plenty of other places, I'm sure) we get hungry and then we eat (...although I guess hunger doesn't always precede this eating habit... but that's another topic). What's usually the tongue's preference is not that which has been skillfully prepared or labored over, but something pre-packaged, pre-determined, and probabl bought form the store in a mindless jaunt down the aisles in the closest market to our homes.
We wear clothes because they were on sale. Priced high. Logo here. Rip (pre-determined) there. We buy what we like because it will make us look better. Taller. Shorter. Thinner. Curvier. That's all we care about.

I think there is so much that goes into every bite we take, sip we slurp, shoe we tie, errands we run. We hardly think or partake of the process, we just buy. Eat. Drink. Drive. Repeat.

I'm guilty of this just as much as the next guy. That doesn't mean I like it. I only want to think more deeply about everything I do. I want to be aware of where it came from, how and by what means it arrived here, and choose to understand to the best of my abilities. Should I not be able to truly understand, relate or cope with the reality of the things I have or do, then I probably shouldn't own or do them.

I want to be able to understand the heat of the kitchen as I attempt cullinary creations of the foods I eat. I want to go to bed with an ache in my back from spending so many hours in tedious movements of the hands and eyes as I construct and create the linens I wear or clothe my house in.
And I want to share. I want to be free to open my library of books, textbooks, tutorials to anyone who needs them or desires their information more than the dust desires a home.
Why aren't my possessions up to spreading? Are others'? I want to rely more on my own abilites for the worldly possessions, than the money in my pocket.
Just sayin'.