the soul of mindfulness

the soul of mindfulness

fictiion
edward w pritchard


It's all the rage. This quest for mindfulness. Where-ever thou find-est thou self -there thou be-ist. So simple, so profound.

Modern's need to seek and journey into their own head's to find how to practice mindfulness because of the conflict occurring everyday between one's obsessions to love thyself and for the difficulty we endure now-a- days when we have to tolerate others who intervene into our space by existing. 

Surrounded by the miracle of technology-we say a chant to thy self and gently pass thou-est's hand from left to right over a rectangular flat phone, the latest generation of the apple's temptation  and the entire world beckons you, image by image on a flat screen. Where ever you are at that moment technology will take you somewhere else. Everything your heart desires and more there on the little screen in front of you. You no longer exist in your little mundane world, instead everything beckons you instantly, everything elsewhere. Available in an instant- without momentary delay. 

Nobody actually listens to anybody anymore or cares what they are about anymore,- instead of gentle conversation and kindness, -we  practice over and over the art of escape into our own head's. Into our head where no one can annoy us and no one can interrupt us.

The grand conflict of modern american culture. No Nature- no moon, no lakes and rivers and no night sky do we see. Nor do we attempt genuinely to see and understand others. We wish to escape into our own world safe within our own head.

There is an antidote.

Put down thou's device and look to the sky for your freedom.