creativity is the new meditation

     Today I took a look out my window and the world seemed a bit smaller. Continually, I find myself overwhelmed by the sense of urgency my life has undertaken recently, therefore I am undergoing an experimental process of meditation. Meditation, however, is a flexible word; designed to conform to my own personal rejuvination, I believe that it will be most effective when I simply walk outside and breathe. The hustle of restless faces, the coldness of the unfriendly... all this, and I find myself wanting a pause; a brief moment to forget the problems I share with this world.

This morning as I walked past my door and allowed the light of the upcoming sun to hit my face, I felt no pain. It was pink, with the slight existance of a cloud coverage; I stared on because I became captured in the essence of the hour. It is a wonderful thing to lose willingly and even unknowingly the problems and fears I have come to know so well.

The breaths of air seem no longer polluted if only I let them. There are no fields plush enough to run through near my location, yet this morning I escaped from the shoes that entrap my feet, let down the restrictions of my hair, closed my eyes and smiled a smile from my childhood at the shades of pink that surrounded me.  I lost myself to an oblivion more healing than any medication, and a beauty it was.

Through the course of my life I have been instructed to handle the problems that trouble my conscious, but never before has it felt so good to just... run, to breathe slightly easier even if it is just for a moment in time. Thus, tomorrow as I awaken once more, I will gladly say hello to ignorance... my new friend, it is a pleasure to have met you.