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I've been bitching and whining about the noise around my house. The noise is real. My whining is not. Today while I was meditating I may have intuited a strategy for dealing with it, but it is kinda idealistic.
I arrived at a pretty good place in my practice session when I suddenly realized the noise I allow to disturb me is part and parcel of the world I live in. Immediately I began trying to let it inside of me by genuinely attempting to associate what I call "the music of the spheres" inside my haid with the sounds that attack me from the northeast direction of my house. That's the direction of town.
This has got to be one of the biggest challenge of my life. Even now some kid who obviously has no mufflers on his car is racing up and down the road deliberating making as much noise as he can to attract attention. Some people are just like that. They were that way when I was a kid, and nothing has changed about people being the way they are.
It's the only solution I know of that makes me an easier person to live with. I was in a fairly deep state of meditating about this for at least three hours. I had figured it for about an hour and was surprised I was out and about longer than usual.
As far as I can remember, this is the only thing I've ever deliberately decided to meditate "on." I don't usually set a direction for meditating. I just open myself up to the deep and either get swallowed up by the abyss or not.
My ability to deal with noise seems to have been another one of those "banes of my existence" I keep yapping about. It's certainly the reason I've never cared much for being in cities. No, not living in cities, most certainly not. I mean just visiting cities has always plagued me. Ignoring noise to be near and around other people is still living in ignorance.
What got me intrigued during today's sitting was watching and listening to hear if either the noise in my head associates with the noise in the ambient surroundings or vice versa. It was sort of like watching sine waves on an oscilloscope.
Oddly enow, actually watching oscilloscopes in the lab part of my electronics courses was never very interesting to me. I don't know why. I liked the theory part, but the hands on end of the proposition was just something I was required to do to get what I wanted out of the deal.
At the grocery store today I ran across an item in the Mexican food section called Agave Nectar. I do believe it's sweeter than honey, but it may just be a matter of taste. I made a pancake tonight and used this sweetner instead of syrup. I didn't use all that much, but what I used was certainly enough. This is some tasty stuff. I'll have to do a little research on it before I get all addicted to it. It's that good to me.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
