I like to stare at stuff. As far as I know this activity does not afford me any special insight. The staring generally occurs after profound productivity demands are put upon me. Often at lunch-time I must leave the confines of the office and venture out alone to stare at some things. Generally the objects of my meditation may include whatever vegetation is available, rocks, people if I’m in an airport or DC, birds are a readily available subject, squirrels and clouds work too. Sometimes just a shadow will do.
Stare at the colors, shape and movement; wonder at the personality and feelings of the other. The allure is the high at seeing objects in the moment, objects that grow and move and have not always been where they are now, and may not be there long. When I leave the solitude and go back to work I keep with me the knowledge that the clouds still move, shadows will morph, rocks may get caught in rain storms, flowers will bloom, fade, and drop seed, -never mind that I am not a witness. The objects I have studied will continue to exist, no matter the grief, regret or angst that awaits me that afternoon.
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