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BJ'S BLOG 06/23/14 "Zen and Cleaning My Refrigerator"
by BJ Shea,posted Jun 23 2014 7:15AM
Today's blog comes from one of my mentors, Dan Sanders:
The other day I had enough of world news. I was feeling very moody and depressed, totally overloaded, brain about to explode or implode. So it seemed like a good idea to clean the refrigerator. Cleaning to me is a meditation, like Gandhi cleaning in prison.
Now that I think about it, maybe that slime wasn’t Jell-O. Maybe it was morphing into a corporate CEO or politician, and possibly cleaning the refrigerator had survival purposes after all, not just for myself but for the world. A simple act of cleaning my refrigerator could have far-reaching value for the future. I was pretty much thought free and happy. I wonder if someplace in the whole time-warp continuum I am still cleaning my refrigerator, and the green slime is still there trying to get away.
As humans, we spend most of our time living in or remembering the past or generally worrying about the future. We are never here, in this moment, this exact second.
A professional football player once told me time seems to stop, hearing ceases, and even movement slows to half- or three-quarters time as he watches the laces and rotation of the ball, which is total and complete concentration on the moment. Then he gets smacked by a 300 pound linebacker. One might think it would have been better to concentrate on the 300 pounder instead of the laces on a 14- to 15-ounce football.
So, dear reader, has there been any point to this rambling caused by my refrigerator (and I don’t mean a player called “The Refrigerator” –I knew I’d find some connection between football and my refrigerator!)
Einstein might say that tomorrow and yesterday are already here, intermingling with what we call today, and all three are happening simultaneously. Of course, Einstein always said he wished he could ride a lightning bolt because that would be the only way he could go fast enough to break the time barrier. Yahoo! Wonder what Albert planned to use for a saddle?
Now, back to the point of all this, which is that there is no point. For the last few minutes we have all been caught in a moment, and in these few moments, if I distracted you even briefly from thoughts you would rather not be having while you were trying to figure out what thought I was having or simply if I were having a complete break with reality, then that was the point.
Now the Sirens at Rambling Harbor are waiting. Join me there and give a listen.