Wreckish

My mind wanders constantly. I always let it. Sometimes it wanders to the best idea, worst nightmare, foresight, reminiscent, and most entertaining, random. I had a therapist once who said, "What you resists, persists.", and decided then and there to allow my mind free reign. By posting this I have committed meditation, so unfortunately I won't be able to actually act out this random wander for fear of criminal prosecution. There are too many ugly spots of brown grass, dirt, weeds, and cement in this world. Figuratively and literally speaking.

When I was a kid my house was backed up against a big forested area. Our back yard South to North was: grass, brick patio, deck, stairs down to the garden, the garden, patch of grass, lots of dirt and then finally the forest. My parents (agreeably I speak) decided to buy a mass of wildflower seeds and sprinkle the seeds on the patch of dirt between the grass and the forest. With no garden utensils, additional water from the hose, or even a moment toiled with manual labor, my parents gave life to maybe 20 different flower species over a huge area of dirt. It was effortless, natural and, freeing in some sort of way. I always appreciated the image, and now I vividly remember the different shapes, colors, and heights of the flowers. It was comforting.

I drive through this small to medium town I see commercialization, estrangement, and worry. This creates a nearly subconscious layer of tense behind day to day life.

These two facts create one wonderful wander:

Wildflowers. Any. Location. That. Is. Ugly.

Intersection corners, patch of dry land burnt to a dark brown dust, curbs in front of closed businesses, free clinics, and at the risk of sounding absurd, sex offender's residences. Label the uncomfortable. Let the tense leave. Don't change the meaning. Change the feeling.

Soon this would create a media frenzy. The Wildflower Bandits, Law Breakin' Hippies, Aristotle's Apostles! Who were they? Police sketches dictated by eye witnesses. $300 reward for information leading to the arrest and conviction of. Time went by. I lounged in the front of my home in an extra contouring hammock. I smiled. Eventually no one was hot on my tail anymore.

Why the resistance to behave instinctualy? Relax. Enjoy. Think but don't worry.