It's nearly as impossible to describe meditation to the uninitiated as it is to describe sex to the virgin and it should be because it's something that has to be experienced to fully comprehend but unlike sex, it can be experienced at any time and with no costs or accessories. Also (like sex) it's a helpful tool to help reduce tension that one can continue to practice until one's dying breath (unlike sex).
Our fucked up, stupid languages don't even come close to being able to communicate what we're really feeling because our inner world/emotions are too fucking complex to be expressed with words or any other art form including music, painting, dance, etc. Plus, when we do use words or other symbols to communicate, it's all too easy to confuse the words (which are nothing more than symbols) with the actual world itself. And even dancing, music, and other art forms are misinterpreted.
John's mom asks, "How do you identify your race?” John says, “Say you’re pink” and I try not to laugh out loud. John actually sounds like he has a sense of humor similar to mine. I didn’t say he has a good sense of humor because I don’t judge my sense of humor as good and others’ as bad. They say that when you write, you should “show it” and not just say it and I think I’m showing very well here that people are my #1 distraction. By the way, John has to pick up Tyler today! It’s five minutes til 2 o’clock right now. I know this because John's mom just told him. They’re interacting now and I’m not sure what they’re talking about because I'm busy typing/reporting about how they’re a great distraction. I’ll try to listen better so I can report back to you, my invisible, future audience but they’ve stopped speaking again.
Sit and spin. You can do it on a plastic toy or you can spend what you've defined as "too much time" sitting/pacing and spinning as an adult.
Cultivate self-awareness because it’s not humanly possible for anyone to care about you more than you, yourself.
Nothing much to report. The world keeps going on and on. Time seemingly passes. I don't know much more now than I knew then. I don't have the desires I once had for another even though it seems the world is geared towards coupledom. I find myself trying to figure out which is best for all and/or best for me until I realize that I don't have to figure out anything. I'm just here exploring that which is seemingly here and wondering why I used the word "just" at the beginning of this sentence.
In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.