In the fog and in the rain, through the pleasures and the pain // On the step outside you stand, with your flowers in your hand, my Apple Scruffs
I think I am getting pulled into this electric razor thing. Not only is it a quicker solution to the gruff, but also it doesn't fleece dollar bills from the wallet like mach3's do ($12 for a 4 pack, eyes pop out of their sockets Roger Rabbit-style) But the thing is, it goes against tradition. The barbasol, the cold water (ever since the greatness that was the John Cassavetes scene in 'The Dirty Dozen'), the smile with a santa beard of white. At least if I did switch I could make a huge/imaginary fuss over 'Bentley goes electric!' complete with imaginary crowd hurling insults about how I've turned my back on everyone as I'm shaving.
I love it when it is the middle of the day, and you look into the sky and you can see the moon faintly hiding above. It is like a ghost.
I almost want class Wednesday morning to come, just so I can get another piping hot cup of hot cocoa and slowly sip it during lecture.
I go to shop at Meijer every Sunday night near the midnight hour now. It is almost like meditation to glide through the miles of aisles and getting peaches & cream oatmeal and cider and blueberry waffles. Listening to Christmas songs overhead and letting my body and mind wander is wonderful.
I have faith again. Deep breath, one more journey into the darkness. Slowly moving towards the light.
I love it when it is the middle of the day, and you look into the sky and you can see the moon faintly hiding above. It is like a ghost.
I almost want class Wednesday morning to come, just so I can get another piping hot cup of hot cocoa and slowly sip it during lecture.
I go to shop at Meijer every Sunday night near the midnight hour now. It is almost like meditation to glide through the miles of aisles and getting peaches & cream oatmeal and cider and blueberry waffles. Listening to Christmas songs overhead and letting my body and mind wander is wonderful.
I have faith again. Deep breath, one more journey into the darkness. Slowly moving towards the light.
posted by Healthy Obsession at 1:04 AM
2 Comments:
I understand what you mean about the shopping experience. Although I don't use it as meditation, I use it as observation. More to observe people... who are they. Why are they shopping? What for? Who are they with? Where will the go after they check out?
for some reason, the grocery store is usually a place of comfort for me too, but not at the midnight hour (all the college kids are buying more beer). I like it in midafternoon, when everyone is still at work or in school and all the aisles are still fully stocked. I don't pay much attention to the music, but it is a great place for thinking.
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