Seems I’ve been having a lot of these lately.

Tonight, when I was preparing dinner, going through canisters to find some jasmine rice, I came across those plastic measuring cups – the ½, ¼ and 1/8 th cups all nested within each other – the cups that had gone missing for a week or so. I remember the moment after I misplaced them, thinking, “Whoops, they’re gone,” like they’d slipped off the edge of reality. Had I rescued them in that moment, I’d not have had the days since, occasionally searching and wondering, “Where did they go?”

I just texted “The Scientist,” who’s now in San Francisco on a short business trip because he, too, had been a member of the search party. He of the ever- light heart, humorously suggested I admonish “the girls” (our dogs) for moving my stuff. My reply, texting as I laughed, was it was me in a mindless moment, and maybe what I should’ve called my blog!

Millions of mindless moments when I’m cruising on autopilot… preoccupied with some inner non-sense…habitually worrying…or…or simply empty and not thinking of anything at all.

This just came to me as I typed…mind empty, not thinking about the past or future. Isn’t that what meditation is about?  A bit of that cloudless blue sky…seeing through to it, seeing it through, the edges of a mind full of otherness?