My Mental Construct Vacation

The flavour of the day carries a level of heaviness to it as I am able to enjoy this moment without interruption. I embrace the stillness, listening to the soft noises in my room: my fan, working it’s cool sway in my direction. I walk into this space, these moments with patient expectation, enjoying being the observer.

   I open all of my senses, tasting the energy in the room. There is no distinction between my breath, the flow of this pen, these pages , nor other objects and movements in this room. We are all on one canvas, one stage, intertwined like molecules. We cling together, riding these minutes of time as if time is our guide, our creator. There is no contemplation of past minutes or future minutes. Just the now. I smell this, taste this, ingest this, absorb this – and only this.

I feel free, light, unencumbered in this moment.

I am the fan, I am it’s cool breeze, I am the chair, The desk, this pen, the light, the pillow supporting my back. I am the air, the entering of the early morning light, as the darkness of the night fades. I am the ticking of a clock in the minutes that move along.

What freedom is this from the mundane thoughts that fill up most of my minutes?  With childlike glee, I feel no sense of expectation, or duty and obligation, no guilt, no shame, no depression, nor anger, nor melancholy. How can a chair, a desk, a pillow, a cool breeze feel any of these things? There is no urge to push, pull,control, to message back or post. There is just this minute. And this minute, and so on….

This beautiful, timeless space, free of alteration, altercation. I can come here to the space whenever I choose. There is no need to book flights, renew passports, no lineups, checking weather, updates, hassles to get ocean views, stress to get time off work, no need to spend money. This is a vacation from all my mental constructs. Ahh. This is to be.