Boys riding little bikes with mother chasing behind them - there small but fast - they whistle down the footpath like smooth gliding bullets shot from a gun - mother can not control them - they are in a state of controlled chaos - the parking lot is dangerously close - mother tells them to follow the path - they do - they follow the path - wheeling into two sliding glass doors - not there shouts mothers - the boys can not change tack - they go whistling through the university doors - mother just manages to stop them and turn them around - one flies off in one direction - the other is slower - then bounds off at great speed after his brother - the boys are tiny - miniature men riding miniature bikes - chased by a giant and loving mother.
i turn around and watch them after picking up two bombie knockers from the ground dropped by a tree - like I always do each day - the ritual helps me reconnect with my childhood - the boys remind me of my two friends - they were twins just like the boys - they rode their bikes in much the same fashion - my bike was different bigger - i never had trainer wheels - my mother taught me to ride my bike - it was a nasty affair - a lot of falling over on the grass - but the pain and struggle and failing was worth it - i loved riding along the grass - that's where and how i learnt to ride a bike - on the grass - i could fall over and fail there and not be grazed and bloodied.
the boys brought all these sweet and sour memories flooding back to me
my childhood - that’s a strange place - a forgotten kingdom - a world hidden in the depths of my memory banks - a world i tend to visit more now - to reconstruct a more deeply integrated form of myself - it's amazing how I was so cut off from my childhood - trauma will do that - trauma tricks us into thinking things were worse than they were - or things were better than they were - mindfulness teaches us - best to let things be - best to let things flow - don’t force things - don’t pay money to be something your not - dont drive around in circles without knowing your driving around in circles - aim to be a whole human being - not some giant walking ear like Wagner - be great in your smallness - allow yourself to grow big in time - be one with nature - flow like the boys with their little legs propelling themselves on their little bikes without pedals being chased by their mother - be in the moment - forget the past and the future - run through the wind like a zipping arrow - never look back unless it helps you strengthen your ability to confront the present - follow the road - until the mother - nature - tells you to change tacks - and only then - do so grudgingly.
Writing Mindfully like Jack
https://www.developgoodhabits.com/mindful_writing/
How to do a beat word sketch:
Stop what you are doing for 5 or 10 minutes to record a stream of consciousness.
You can write about the things you see around you or the thoughts that pass through your head.
Don't use full sentences, grammar, or punctuation while you are writing. Simply add a dash between your thoughts.
Embrace your trivial thoughts and write them down alongside any deep thoughts that come to mind as well. Let your left brain and your right brain take turns providing you with content. This will open up your mind and get you thinking about new ideas, or just paying attention to your current thoughts


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