Mindfulness Begins at Home
One toke…and, another one set and ready to go. Mid exhale! A knock to the off the hinge trailer door.
“Who is it?”
No answer arrived. Just a chill reminding me of my father’s work-boots climbing cement steps.
In between a puff, a gag and all consuming red eyes…
Mindfulness ambled in wearing rainbow pride.
He asked if I had stopped by the free pile? You know the one. The one at the town dump. He told me…a fortune of awareness sat there. Sat there in a floral, funeral urn. He seemed to think carrying the ‘awareness’ jug on this day, was my turn.
Confused and disoriented and slightly stoned…
I stuttered, “Leaving yesterday morning with icicles hanging from the short hairs… I had been given the message from the Goddess…you must go.”
So, I went to the old beater, duct taped the hood, hopped in, stepped into a pile of snow. Just a little hiccup with the broken windows and the direction of the wind that blows.
Mr. Mindfulness appeared quite bewildered. Scratching his dread lock wig…I could see he saw me as, half baked.
“Look”, I said.
“Its like this. I got to Easy street and Pay It Forward square. I don’t remember ever seeing a four way stop there. ‘Truckin’ came on the FM. You know the verse:”
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin’
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.
Enjoying the windchill of 30 below. Admiring the workings of signs and what they mean to say.
I turned straight around. Chanting ‘be thoughtful of others and try to always be kind.’ And, then I thought…just for today; I’m going back for another toke. And, today I would be mindful of my mind.