Mindful Thoughts

 

Most of the time my mind is on

autopilot. I see something, hear

something, and I begin to think

about that, or it leads to something

else.

Once in a while a name from the

past will pop up and I’ll think about

a time years ago. And then, you know

one thing leads to another.

This, of course, happens to me when

I have no other activity to occupy

my mind. When I’m reading or watching

TV, I focus on that which is present in

front of me. I guess this is the way a

brain is supposed to work.

When I take the time to write, I need

for the topic to pop into my head.

The though may arrive between

sips of morning coffee or melodically

between the notes of a Mozart

Symphony.

Many thoughts misfire and I dismiss

them immediately. It’s the ones

I grapple with which intrigue me.

This morning, I awoke in the middle

of a dream where people I knew were

dogs. Places I went were not places

I had ever been. I rode an electric

cart and stopped at a gas station to

refuel.

I realized that that wouldn’t work.

I was going to be late for my job

and it started to pour rain.

I went into the store for a pack of

cigarettes and the woman attendant

gave me my brand. The pack was

open, so she gave it to me no charge.

She told me that Jesus taught her

to be kind. And If Jesus didn’t mind

my smoking than neither did I.

I went back out to my electric cart

and saw that there was 30% charge

left on the battery which was not

enough to get to my job and back.

So, I decided take the day off. I

gathered up the dogs and drove

home in the rain. I looked for my

room 203, but was on the wrong

floor.

When I awoke and came to my

senses, I realized that instead of

this dream I probably should have

written about my childhood friend,

Dick Arnoldy whose name came to

me on the crapper spontaneously.

Call me crazy, but it would have

made much more sense for both

you and me.

              -30-

Chris Hanch 12-27-2020