Quieting the mind with PANCAKES!
Early yesterday morning I goaded Daniel over to the Dunn Bros across the street, because there is such a special feeling early Saturday morning. It could be my favourite time.
I was happy to entertain one of many subjects that sprung up for confabulation: meditation. Quieting the mind, as I like to approach it. I said we should do it right now. So after entertaining each other about how our relationship has become a joint stream of consciousness, we did.
Maybe like half a minute in, I remembered something I’ve been trying to remember about Saturday mornings for months, almost years. “Want to go to the farmer’s market?” I blurted. “Yes,” Dan said.
Sweeping away all those noisy, distracting thoughts-about-what-I-already-know, I found a hidden reminder waiting quietly underneath. Hidden too well, as those things are.
We did return with a quart of maple syrup and a lead on some yummy hummus, to follow next weekend with more cash on hand.
Good old quieting-the-mind, can you solve my debilitating memory problems?
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