NOTHING

I had a moment today, when nothing happened. I was reading Herman Melville’s book about his travels in the South Seas: "Typee, Omoo, Mardi" which has been keeping me in as relaxed a state of mind as I’ve been in. The only trouble with that, is that in the middle of a sentence I sometimes would my mind drifting or sliding until it falls off the edge of the page and out of the book altogether.

At one point, I found myself looking—just looking—over at a rose bush at the end of the yard. I realized, that up until I had realized, that I’d been thinking nothing at all.

As soon as I had this realization I tried to get back to that place of just pure being but by then it was gone. Lost.

So I went back to reading my book, which was almost, but not quite, as good as thinking nothing.