I spent a lot of my weekend in the car just driving. It’s funny…with the price of gas what it is, driving for meditation has now approached the cost of a therapist.
I find driving to be therapeutic. One of my favorite routes takes me next to the water. A little windy, well-paved road with the shoreline on the left and the mountains covered with pine forest on the right. I follow this road for as long as I can. It takes about an hour to traverse it. I love the curves and the solitude and the sounds of nature.
The lure of isolation let’s my mind wander. In my car, with my hands on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road, my mind switches to “active mode”. I get the best ideas while on these long, quiet trips. With the nature of the road, I can’t act on them. There’s no place to pull over. I’m bound to my trip, which allows my mind to further explore my ideas.
It’s a very creative (and yet playfully frustrating) thought process. Simply because I can’t stop to write something down…and then I get to explore that thought more, dive deeper….
Eventually I come out of the winding section of road. Civilization intrudes. And my mind goes back to a musing state.
You cannot plow a field by turning it over in your mind.
~ Unknown
My meditation comes to a close and the presence of others reminds me that I must take action. For without action, all of my musings are just pie in the sky.
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