Hello darkness, my old friend.

 

Sitting quietly on a wooden chair, in a dark room, just listening to the sounds around me.  Occasionally I hear a vehicle pass by.   In the distance I can hear the freeway noise.  When I tune that out, I can hear what sounds like hundreds of insects.  After a while, I assume the sun is coming up for the day because the house creaks as it warms up.

I try to keep listening, but thoughts of all the things I need to do today keep popping into my head, the first being – get a cushion for this chair.   Bits of yesterday’s conversations float by, reminding me of tasks yet accomplished.  I’m not sure how people who meditate do it.  Keep their head clear, shut-off the internal chatter long enough to…

To what, focus on nothingness?  I don’t get it.  Maybe I don’t really know what meditation is.  It’s obvious the insect world doesn’t either.