Contemplating on the Constant.

There's a strong palpable heat emanating from the outside of my house this fine, brightly lit and cheery morning. The clarity of light pains my eyes; as i peek outside, as if to venture outside without discernible schedules and motives is going to allow others to see the lack of motives and agenda on my part for this day.

The house hold is quiet and around the neighborhood & street in front my house the activity level remains still and peaceful, as the air calmly rushes through the front door in occasional spurts of hot, gusty brevity as if something was breathing it in and exhaling it out quietly. Even the normally quarrelsome and fraternally noisy song birds are strangely silent this morning.

Rest assured there are many  routines and agendas that can and will occupy my time, but it never amused me to run around as mad as a hatter just to show that we are busy for the sake of being busy & capable of doing something or other....even to our self.

I've often felt that contemplative actions on the individual level are very refreshing, necessary and thought provoking as time alone normally allows the mind to be still and it provides for an appreciation of the material stuff that surrounds us which most do not observe nor give a thought to.

A  sudden staccato of an almost loud noise disrupts my musing,  the noise emanating from a distant motorbike speeding along on its way to deliver the rider hurriedly somewhere, barrages through my earshot as if to impress to me that the world is still revolving outside those blessed doors .

But my thoughts resolves to drain out the inconsistencies of the outside world from my life for the moment as I decide to curl up in front the TV with a cup of steaming hot Bru Coffee, as the old TV set blares forth seemingly constant bad news from around the world.

I've notice that the first things that cross my mind when alone is normally the mistakes you deemed yourself to have made, unwisely embarrassing or otherwise; as you recall the events of past situations and criticisms made by others towards you and yours.

The mistake will be to wallow and allow the mind to only discern these thoughts as eventually you will be only contemplating on perceived grievances and mistakes thereby perpetuating a constant cycle of only bad imagery.

This puts off many people against sitting down quietly and rehashing past actions. The trick is to forcefully relive not just the aggrieved situations when in wish -full contemplative mood but also to willfully remember the good, happy and cheery memories in one's daily encounter with the outside world........even if they were fleeting.

This provides the brain with instructions to not just concentrate on the embarrassing and bad stuff but also to piece together the positive imagery within one's life.

Though such ideas may earn the scorn of some misguided souls, but this bullet proof solutions on regaining a semblance of sanity within one's own inner domain (world) will prove extremely useful to those discerning individuals who care to practice it.

The majesty of the reluctant Mind is that it can be trained to observe the beautiful as well as the disdain for the cruelly horrible.

Someone once said to me that the moment we believe and practice the very things we pretend to be or want others to believe we are, then we actualize within ourselves the transformation to being what we preach to others we can be.

That agenda (of consistently knowing and believing what it is that we want and want to be) is missing in many people today.

In the cool, slightly dark; curtained drawn and relaxed environment of my sancto sanctorum ( room) ,visions of where I’m headed in the coming days and what makes me happy is formulated today as I envisioned a fruitful and healthy BEING for myself in preparation of my future worldly encounters .