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Sep 13 2017

My ‘Chef Mind’

Nothing much is happening right now. Sitting on my patio looking at the garden, the trees, the flowers, the birds hopping and flying around.

I notice my mind, looking for something to dissect, comment on. Searching for peace and meaning in this strange and uncontrollable life.

It is like a desperate chef, speedy chopping knife tearing through the vegetables.

Life was beautiful a moment ago, now it lies in pieces on the ground, like James Taylor’s Flying Machine.

I smile wryly at this incessant thing, this destroyer of the Now!

 

Written by Mark Kahn · Categorized: Self Esteem DIARY

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  1. Savina says

    September 13, 2017 at 6:13 am

    How our thoughts can control and as you say Mark destroy what was such a beautiful and peaceful moment. We should be able to train ourselves to always come back in the now in any situation even if just briefly.

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    • Mark Kahn says

      September 13, 2017 at 6:16 am

      Yes…but what a long job!

      Reply
  2. Michelle says

    September 13, 2017 at 9:13 am

    Not easy to stay present minded. Love your descriptions!

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    • Mark Kahn says

      September 17, 2017 at 6:50 am

      Thanks Michelle. -:)

      Reply

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