Up To Nothing

Without a word, I left the room but could not escape without the detection of my bride who questioned me before I could clear the exit door. She said, "Where are you going, honey". As I recall, I said, "I'm going to the kitchen", but the moment I said it, it dawned on me that I really did not have a special destination nor purpose in mind when I got up to leave. I was going away from something but going to nowhere in particular, to something yet to be determined. I do not know why such a thought has stuck to me for several days now, but at least in my own mind it's serving up a muse. And honestly, I consider it quite an accomplishment when I think about the push and pull, the rush and run for at least 50 years of my life. It feels good to get up and leave a room for reasons trivial or for no reason at all; to get up and go to no place at all. It's so unlike my character, so unlike what makes me me. So much of my life was primed and programed to be 'Up To Something". Maybe, just maybe, there is a sacred area, an 'out of the box zone' of our being that we know nothing about. And maybe it serves us well, because maybe that is what a lot of life should be about. I tell you, our lives become such a rat race that we forget to vacate when we go on vacation. Sometimes, it's best for us to be 'up to nothing'. 081020PSCtest, Pareidolia Contest, craig cornish