Making rhythmic motions, I clean the counter. Lulled by the repetitive movements, I let my mind wander. Random thoughts begin to arise – if I wipe, am I a WIPER? – then threaten to turn into negativity. It takes a moment, but there I am, wrestling with the ENEMY in my head yet again. I interrupt the downward spiral, getting out the ingredients to start a new loaf of bread. My mind is busy with following the recipe, for while I have made it often, I do still have to pay attention. And then there I am again, with rhythmic, repetitive movements. My attention releases as I KNEAD the dough. Again random thoughts arise. Again the flow of thought begins: down rabbit holes, looping into familiar pathways. And so it goes — the dance of mind, into and out of focus. Age and experience help me appreciate the flow, and above all, to not take it too seriously. After all, I still get a nice loaf of bread out of the process.

Georg’ann

Feline Thank You

In a FLASH, cat jumps
CREAM in her dish, whiskers wet
Paws KNEAD my belly

Heather