The first job I ever had was mowing lawns. I haven’t mowed a lawn, however, in years and years. I have always lived in apartments, ever since I moved out of my parents’ house for good. Now, however, I live on about an acre, and that grass needed some durn moving.
My mind would wander to all kinds of places when I was mowing grass as a kid. I used to think about go-carts and war and remote control cars and skateboards and girls I guess…and karate and wrestling and just about anything and everything. I was dreading mowing this acre out here, but once we assembled the lawn mower and got going, it was actually alright. It was meditation. There is a sense of accomplishment that you get visually – except when you lose track of where you were mowing…like when you get into patches of moss or whatever…
Well, I guess I’m here and doing it. I made it through the move and I’m in the new home doing my thing. Internet works so I can do my work. The lawn mowing situation is worked out. Laundry is done – it was did in town at the laundromat in a big ole coin machine.
You know those times when you wish you could fast-forward time because you’re about to go through a bunch of stuff that you would rather fast-forward through? You wonder how it will turn out when you get to ….blah blah point in time…after the ‘hard times’… Well: I wonder if that time is now for me. Things are as they ‘should be’ – as I hoped they would be. Normalcy commence. I wonder if I did, in fact, fast-forward time. And this is how you end the fast-forward. By realizing you are where you want to be in the time-line. I said to myself, I wish I could fast-forward. I fast-forwarded. I said to myself, okay, I’m ready to end the fast-forward mode. It ended. Normal time resumed.
Really, though, no time is a wasted time and every moment is precious and divine and blah blah Buddhism crap ring a ding ding, but, yeah, this is how it’s done. You just hit fast-forward, and then at some time in the future, you hit ‘stop’ on the fast’forward. And you have then fast-forwarded. Or, maybe those times I fast-forwarded through were the times when I was at my most present. And now that I have hit ‘stop’ on the fast-forward, I am now jacked up again. Who knows/cares, right?