I fully attribute my short term memory loss to indulging in the groovy stylie green herb. I have to say, that I find this to be a most beneficial state to live in. The many times that I have forgotten what I was going to do, I find that my journey to recover my memory is as much of an adventure as what I wanted to do in the first place.

That night I wanted to do some writing. I was feeling rather inspired actually. So then it became a mission to not only create a comfortable space in which to write, but to have all of the ammenities needed in order to achieve that higher creative space. After I had gathered some key ingredients for a successful writing session; my favorite pen, a bottle of nice cold water, groovy tunes on the stereo, I was missing just one thing...paper. I then headed out to my bus to score my writing pad.

By the time I was out the back door and walking around the house, I had forgotten why I had gone outside. Now this part was not necessarily good, because it's cold in the winter in the desert, and I didn't bundle up. However, my dogs were feeling rather playful, and since I couldn't remember why I was out there anyway..I may as well have some fun. So I wrestled with the dogs for awhile. As a result, I found that I was then no longer cold. When I felt like I was done playing, I stopped and had a moment of beauty and awe with the waxing crescent moon slowly rising over the mountains. The light accents of an immense spattering of stars took my breath away. I was enjoying a wonderfully spiritual connection to MotherEarth, and gratitude for the wonder of my life, when my eyes began to roam and spotted the cooler that was left outside from a recent party. Not remembering if anything was left inside, I ventured over to investigate. A cold beer at that point would indeed sooth my desert parched throat. I was fortunate to discover bountiful treasures inside the chest, and proceeded to instinctually walk towards the bus.

Still wasn't quite sure why I was going there but I opened the sliding door and when I turned on the interior light, my eyes went directly to my writing pad. It was all good. I grabbed my book and headed back into my writing space.

Each of my moments, on a daily basis, is just that: a moment. Some are more enjoyable than others, but for the most part I do have a good time with all my moments in time. I find it's extrememly difficult to maintain that level of living without being forgetful. Forgetfulness is good.

Here's a thought for ya. How about remembering to forget. It's Just a Thought.

Have a groovy moment in time
Lynn Trynity