It all started when I dropped my keys.
I bent over to pick them I noticed the outside tread on one of the tires was just about worn through. I went looking for the tire size and noticed that the tread on another tire was wearing through as well.
Uhm, John, don’t you pay attention to that sorta stuff?
No, that’s what I have my angels and the Universe for.
It’s kinda like:
Oh, crap. There he goes again. One of you guys; quick, get his attention.
I walked into the house, told Joan we needed four new tires and we may have to start selling our plasma. I called the tire shop and yeah they had them and yeah they could get me right in.
There is a beneift of being oldish and getting up at 5 AM.
Or so I thought.
When I pulled up to the garage, there were four cars in the bays and four more waiting.
Apparently getting me right in, means different things to different people.
In case you haven’t met me, my routine is what keeps me in balance. Once my routine is disrupted well, so am I, lol. A paranoia of sorts sets in. Look, I don’t mind an hour or so, but when it looks like a major shift in my day………………….
Get my meaning?
I only live about a mile and a half from the tire place so I thought it would be a good idea to walk home. I figured about the time I got home they’d be calling to say my car was ready. So off I went on a new journey.
I never walk in a straight line to anywhere. I sorta meander. As I did I started to meditate.
Yes, you can meditate while you are walking. It requires a bit of practice and some concentration. By that I mean you don’t zen out to the point where you get hit by a bus! To me it means a continuous cavalcade of mindful presence and respect for everything around me. The smells, the sights, the noises……… You get my drift, right. If you want to close your eyes, please stop walking. Why? Visualize the bus hitting you!
Most folks will travel the shortest distance between two points. I like parking lots and strip malls and adventures I’d never had! Neighborhoods are boring to me.
So, I’m walking through a huge parking lot and I see all of these potholes – Some small and some big and I did a pretty good job of navigating around them; although I probably looked like someone who was inebriated at 8 in the morning.
It got me to thinking about my life and how for the most part I’ve successfully navigated most of the potholes. There are a few I revisit every now and then. It takes the thud and clunk to wake me up and get me back on track.
Coach Bobby Knight said his wife had a refrigerator magnet that read The horse is dead. Get off of it.”
I’ll stop here.
That’s what walking and meditating can do for you