on the road again.. writing form JFK airport.. How many evening have I been just like this.. waiting for a flight.. with not enough time to get anything done.. .As I sit and think about it.. I’ve come to really appreciate these periods of forced inactivity. When else do I allow myself to sit and think.. or better yet not-think. Travel has become a kind of moving meditation for me.. Most of the time I have some sort of pressing work with me.. but inevitably, batteries run out, the book is finished, the magazine’s been read..  and I’m left ‘just’ sitting there. Those times used to weigh heavily on me..my monkey mind would  start to obsess about something.. usually work….   For some reason.. that rarely happens now. .. I can go from thinking to not much more easily.. I just kind of switch off and time stops .. Maybe it’s because I’m meditating regularly.. maybe because I write every night.. maybe it’s because I’m becoming boring… who knows..

I guess I kind of like it.. .

OK.. boarding soon.. time to hiburnate..

nite all, ntite sam

-me