MORNING MEDITATION: 10 minutes. Went well considering I got hung up on one of the first things the guide suggested in his beguiling, mellifluous tone: “Try to note the flavor of the mind.” The beauty of that phrase—the beauty of that idea—colored the rest of my meditation. Of course he’s talking about mood, underlying emotion. But how juicy and delightful is the concept of the “flavor of the mind”?
TLC: Abandoned in the kitchen, a pink elephant eraser of my 13-year old daughter. A wise-eyed rubber pachyderm whose sole existence is to whisk away her small, here-and-there errors. And where was he left? Under a vase of ranunculus given to me by my husband to lift my spirits (tough day at work). Ranunculus which happen to be the exact, un-Photoshopped, pink of Aforementioned Elephant. Touchstones. Reminders. I cannot look at these without feeling great happiness and gratitude. The desire to laugh. The flavor of the mind? You guessed it. Bubblegum pink.
I will think about the flavor of my mind all day. Thanks!
Let me know what flavor it was.
Black , with rays of white .
Hmmm. That is so interesting. I like that. Sounds like “clarity.”
I love it! Perfect pink together! The flavor of my mind today is blue…as in the clear warm blue sky!!
So glad it’s the sky variety and not the sad crying blue meanie variety. I love blue too.
I’m going to need one of those erasers.
Ha! Wouldn’t it be great if we all had magical erasers? I mean, jeez, you can’t even unsend anymore. Everything is so…on the public record. Yikes!
the flavor of coincidence! yum!
That is a particularly good flavor.