A lot has been said about mindfulness lately.

I want to sing the praises of mindlessness – it seems that the expression, “losing my mind” is seen as pejorative. Not by me.

This morning I needed to get out. So I did what I do when I want to lose my mind and become mindless. I walked. The rhythm of moving  – at first it leads me down a thousand paths of thought but eventually, stillness settles in. I understand the benefits of mindfulness – of being acutely aware of my surroundings – of appreciating every little nuance along the way. But I have an even deeper love of the opposite – of noticing nothing at all – of my mind becoming a blank slate – stilling itself.

And then all that is left is the body moving and moving and moving – noticing only trivial things like an ache in my right ankle or the snow falling down my neck or snot running out of my nose (damnitall – my hanky is in the wrong pocket again and I can’t reach it!!!)

And all of that is fine.

And so that’s how I spent my morning.