Contentment is a bore. Our precious human drama finds no safe harbor in the realm of enlightenment. Not surprisingly its mindfulness that somehow slips our minds.
Imagine the tedium of mindfully avoiding the endless stream of dross that greets us daily, masquerading as meaningful. Delicious, sensational, insidiously addictive Drama! Social media supported, and family approved. Oh, how I love to pretend I don’t crave its corrosive company. I disavow it with my words then hold it close when I think no one is looking.
“Mindfulness practice,” two words that won’t mean much until I stop checking my damn phone every ninety seconds. Ugh!