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Manhattan, Moment to Moment   6 comments

 

My goal for the moment is to live in the moment. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve set myself the task of taming my monkey, and appreciating what’s in front of me now. Sunday turned out to be a lesson.  You see I’d planned to visit the Westchester Cat Show on Sunday with a friend. But she called me Saturday to tell me she was ill. I was disappointed, but decided to  put the now-empty Sunday to good use. I’d continue in my quest to rid the House of Mars of the carpet of leaves surrounding it.

Well, the House of Mars still wears its collar of leaves. I awoke on Sunday deciding it could wait. I’d planned on a day for myself and that was what I’d have. A meditation group I sometimes attend was meeting in the afternoon. It centers around the lectures of Eckhart Tolle, one of the biggest proponents of living mindfully. His book, The Power of Now says it all.

I looked at the clock on the night table. It was 9 AM. The group started at 1:15 – in Manhattan. I could make it. So after showering, a cup of coffee, feeding all three Mars,  feline and canine, and walking the canine, I managed to arrive at the Peekskill train station in time to catch the 11:21 train. I even had time to just stand on the platform and appreciate the sunlight sparkling on  the Hudson River. How’s that for a now moment?

After listening to the talk and engaging in the meditation, I was ready to put one of Tolle’s points into action:

We spend a lot of precious energy waiting for, worrying about, and over-planning for the next moment. But by the time the next moment  reaches us, it’s the now; and more often than not, whatever we were worrying about, or planning for never materializes. But no matter, now we’re busy fussing over what we think we see down the pike.

And here I was in the middle of a prime example. I wasn’t at The Cat Show, was I? With that in mind, I decided to take advantage of the mild  November and meander along The West Side rather than taking the subway back to Grand Central Station. I would just walk with no particular route in mind and appreciate whatever unfolded. (And if it so happened I passed one of Manhattan’s ubiquitous vegetable stores, I’d stop for the parsley I needed for the casserole I planned to make when I got home.)

But enough of my narrative, I share my hour’s walk with you.

 

Ah, Christmas preparations, I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas, but this calm before storm is nice too.

Along Broadway in the West 60’s

 

Oh my, look where I am – Columbus Circle and 59th Street; and I just wrote about my first summer job at Woolworth’s in the last blog. Let’s see what’s in its place.

Just what NY needs – yet another Duane Reade drug store.

 

 

 

I’ll avoid Central Park South. I hate seeing those poor carriage horses. I always feel so sorry for them.  I’ll head east on 58th  Street instead.  Ah, look, an alternative to animal abuse.

One of the pedicabs gaining popularity among tourists

And another, and one built for two.

Too bad they’re all idle.

I’ll bet those %^&!! Horse carriage drivers aren’t.

 

Oh, look more Christmas  preparations.

Along East 58th Street

And look, how quiet – wait until next week.

The famed FAO Schwartz toy store

 

 

Well, I’ve walked thirty blocks south and seven block south and not one vegetable store. But not to worry, I’ll get it here in Grand Central Station

 

On the Main Concourse

Is this parsley?

 

No, here it is.

 

 

 

PS. See, I did use the parsley.

Chicken and Noodle Casserole with sour cream, onions, & parsley

The Monkey Mind Has His Say   1 comment

I have a monkey mind. So do you. It’s part of being human. The monkey mind is ever active, like the proverbial barrel full of…….

It throws out distracting thoughts during the day, conjures up dreams each night. He’s a crafty little critter, ever ready to tiptoe in and take over. There you are reading a book, and he pops up with   I wonder if there’s enough coffee for tomorrow morning.

Or maybe you’re meditating or praying in church. Now what did Tizzy mean when she said that, yesterday?

Then there are the times you’re watching a TV program and totally miss the best part because Monkey Mind was deciding   – Should I wear the black shoes or the grey ones tomorrow?

I don’t know about your monkey mind but mine is ubiquitous and hyperactive. He loves crouching behind my monitor at work, or peeking out from between the pages of my newspaper. My usual response is Now what was I doing? or Where was I?

Since he always is asking questions I’ve named my monkey mind George. I practice meditation and yoga to gain a modicum of control over George, and it does help,  but there are times I have  to smile. He can be cute, especially when he comes up with the darndest questions.

Since he’s been a good boy, I’ve promised him he could have his own say in this post. But I’ve limited him to five questions. So without further ado, I present to you the curious questions of George, my monkey mind.

When did melted cheese sandwiches become grilled cheese sandwiches?

melted cheese sandwich

Why do people grunt mmm hmm instead of saying “You’re welcome” when you hold the door for them?

You’re welcome

Why did everyone switch  their cellphone ringtones from songs to actual ringing so that now everyone has to check their phones to see if it’s their phone that’s ringing?

Is that my phone?

Why do we say sick to my stomach but not sick to my throat or sick to my allergies?

Sick to her stomach

 

And my favorite ……….(drum roll please)………….

 

If Mitt Romney were to win the election would he replace Medicare with Mitticare?

Mitticare Card.
Part A – Hospital
Part B – Mittical

 

I’m sure your monkey mind can come up with some doozies. Won’t you please share them in the comments section?