Sometimes when I go to the supermarket and look at
co-shoppers, I feel that I have been
dropped into an environment with body snatchers. There is an appearance of mechanical people going
about the process of procuring food in a robotic manner. Some have a list and some just buy the same
stuff every week to get food on the table.
I live in a town with a grocery experience so a few folks are from out
of town and looking at the “tall buildings” in amazement. The remaining group
is socializing with other shoppers, reading a label, or trying to decide the
nutritional or cost advantage of an item. We are decedents of hunters and gatherers who
had to be awake and aware as they foraged over the twenty miles a day it took
to procured substance. I am one of those that generally walks around smiling
but I usually only go to the produce section so it doesn’t take me too long and
I am an eye shopper – what looks good for my smoothing or stir fry. Shopping
and commuting on public transport are a great places to practice mindful aware
awake living. What energy am I giving off to my environment and what am I taking
in? Is this a robotic experience or am
I present to myself? What great things happened to day? Well for me, two things. Saint Mike, the computer man, came and found
Jane Monheit on hiding in my backup area and with some effort, Jane and my
other buddies, Zen meditations, and travel music were back home and then
transported to the iPod. Brother John,
finished the garden screens and came to put them in place… just as my mind’s
eye had envisioned. It takes time to
make your environment be your support and comfort but slowly I am making my
home my shelter and a place to be present to myself.
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