I'm sitting at Plaza Olavide in Madrid, and I just moved from a bench overlooking a fertility clinic (ICeRA Fertility) to the next one, facing a wine bar called "Vino y Compañía" (Wine & Co.). If I could, I would sit right in the middle, but a pole is in the way, and I feel it metaphorical about my situation.
I must confess that I just came out from the "association", and I smoked marihuana, so life seems a little more poetic to me in this state. I wish I would do more of this sober, simply hanging out, but I'm constantly in execution mode, I should be home doing laundry, a chip with a new phone number and provider has arrived... all that doesn't matter anymore, I have a couple of more examples but I don't want to bore you. I don't give a fuck and you don't either, so my mind can wander at ease.
In this state I always rediscover the importance of breath, but I will not go into that. Instead, you demonstrate what you create when you are focusing on your breath.
I was feeling down coming out of work. A heaviness in the entire body. Sam had similar aches, perhaps we caught something. Oh, I forgot about my breath so fast! Let's come back to it.
I don't need to be sitting to meditate. I will go right in the middle of the wine bar and the fertility clinic and do a standing meditation and come back to write.
I didn't come back to write at Plaza Olavide. I'm back home, I prepared myself a delicious dinner of steak and sautéed mushrooms with onions with a Tzatziki sauce. I come to realize it was the other guy, the one in execution mode, is the who bought groceries yesterday, prepared the low fat Tzatziki from scratch, also took part in this. Thank you! Let's not try to banish the other, life becomes too rigid or too flexible depending on who is winning the fight. We can cooperate.
Let's try standing right in the middle.
