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A Moment of Zen

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” —Buddha

Breathe, take stock, and live in the now. It’s commonly offered advice, but the simplicity of the task belies its importance.

Drowning in the disorder born from raging/shifting tides, find oxygen, peace, and balance from within by grasping a moment to pause and reflect. If we put down the screens, quiet the chaotic static of perpetually racing thoughts, and listen to the steady cycle of our hearts and breath, the noise starts to soften, and an almost palpable clarity rises to the surface.

We are living in almost indescribably uncertain times, and the exponential speed and influence of technology only fuel a steadily growing fire of information saturation, nervous tension, and a crippling feeling of powerlessness.

But the outside world is far too large and unwieldy a dragon to slay. Ineffectual and inefficient, we hurl stones at unbreakable glass, hoping for a crack in the protective barricade. But steel shields dismiss our advances like ducks shaking raindrops from their feathers.

So what’s the alternative tactic? Go inside and soothe the savage beast.

These dwindling attention spans are fueled by a constant lack of focus and a resistance to introspection, at our own peril. The next thing isn’t always a better thing. So, deeper dives reward swimmers willing to hold their breath long enough to explore new terrain.

Flashing multicolored lights behind closed eyelids can be quieted to black with enough concentration and release.

Take a moment. Breathe. Reset. Restart.

Adolescence Interrupted

…and stop killing animals.

Deserted Island of the Mind

Thoughts lost in isolation. A time for healing. A time for self-reflection. But we cross a collective threshold when those finger-wagging mirrors hover close to grimaced faces for far too long. Is there a limit to this period of limitless wondering, wandering? The escape valves are useless if constantly void of steam, and the wrinkles in society’s fabric are growing more difficult to ignore.

Sitting with sandcastle carvings in the shape of an SOS, eager for a glimpse of dropped rope ladders, descending from the heavens and offering a haven. Crossing fingers and toes that the cure won’t be worse than the disease and putting faith in the hands of the senseless. Clocking days on the calendar, desperately hunting for dissimilarities. Masks masking everything we’d actually like to express.

We’re dizzy from riding a spinning misery-go-round, searching for keys to the cage, and losing focus behind unblinking eyes.

The aftermath of bad decisions. This is nature’s revenge, and she’s not pleased with our choices.

Will anyone wake up to the call? Change what they consume? Evaluate how they think? Cease the irresponsible behaviors that are crippling the planet? Recognize the risk of heavy feet on pedals with cliffs fast approaching? Consider the greater good above the personal gain?

Time will tell…if she’s willing to speak. But silence might be a better teaching tool for a population unable to hear.

Adolescence Interrupted