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An hour of nothing quickly turned into a half hour of my mind racing, never a quiet moment. When I realize I'm thinking too much, I yell at my mind to focus, focus on nothing. And a moment later I think "I wonder if the laundry is still in the basement."
Any time I need to be alone I go into the bath tub. I like the soft, yellow lighting as the lightbulb tries to seep through the curtain, and the funny shadows created by the curtains. I like the nice fragrant smells, and the smooth plastic curved basin.
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2 comments:
i agree that a one-hour bath might produce some prune-y fingers.
but, you know WHERE you think--and since most of us don't get a prescribed amount of time to spend purely thinking, having a place to think that is a ritual for you could only bring forth a more calming experience. next time you retreat to the tub, after you're toweling off--ask yourself: was i aware that i was thinking? how did i think? what did i think about? what is my thought path?
compare your forced hour with your voluntary hour.
how do they differ and where do they intersect?
To clarify - I sit in an empty tub. Empty. No water. I just sit there.
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