Yeah, right!

Ok,

I broke down and done it...committed to reading the book everyone I know (uh, both of them) is raving about. The new one by Ekhart Tolle. (If I could find where I put the dang thing, I could give you the title). Essentially, it is about being still, being in the moment and recognizing your ego self. Now, I understand the concept of being in the moment and it is a philosophy I aspire to.

Here is the problem; IT'S MY MIND! (ok, for those of you that just said DUH! That response, was completely un-called for, I mean really!)

Sooo there I am lying in bed, Sammy my loyal canine companion by my side suffering from a severe case of the winds, my husband dreaming some dream that leaves him twitching (probably some blonde babe on a beach scantily clad in a very revealing top and a length of dental floss displayed on the lower half of her she-ness. (HOME-WRECKER! I think I can take her!)

Uh, where was I?

I'm pondering this stillness of the mind stuff and thinking "that boy (Eckhart) must be on crack!" Hell would have been frozen over for at least 91 days before I could even visualize the idea of getting this brain, however small and narrow it may be, to be still. Eckhart (yes, we are on a first name basis, thank you very much) talks about the voice in your head and what it says to you all day long. First of all, there is not just one voice up there running aroung creating havoc. At last count, there were 36, all between the ages of 1to 6 years of age, and Echart suggests quieting of the mind is the key to enlightenment. Uh-oh.

Lying there in the darkness, suffocating from the noxious fumes that are rapidly and dangerously filling the room, courtesy of Sam, on one side of me and my husband dreaming dreams of blonde babes on the other side of me, there in that quiet, still moment realized, this girlfriend is doomed to darkness. Quieting of the mind, yeah, right. My merry band of 6 year olds frolicking in the cavernous space above my brain stem  could no more be still than I could rope a tornado...

Seriously, have you ever tried that? Being in the moment. I really must be mentally challenged, becuase I can go for probably...oh, 14 seconds tops before the daycare in my head starts lobbing mental water balloons all over the place! I think I'm gonna be on the mental short bus for this journey.

But alas, have no fear, ladies. I'm as stubborn as a three-legged mule in a cart pulling contest. I'm gonna give this little adventure a ride. I just have to have my cranial cavity fitted for training wheels...