Today I took a walk thinking how I would like a daily walk to be part of my routine, same time, everyday. However, that isn't my nature so I'll have to settle for being grateful that I could do it since I'm recouping from an injury.
On my walk, I was listening to a radio program, On Being, where I get soul food from time to time. Remember, I'm still waiting for death by routine to either put me in ecstasy or slay me on the spot.
The conversation was about noticing the moment-- particularly to notice five new things about a person you talk to everyday. I was walking along the river so there was no office to duck into after the show. Instead, I kept trying to notice new things on my walk like that the leaves are starting to turn though it's still August and that a few of those fluorescent yellow and black birds are still fluttering about town.
I noted that some people smile at you on the bike path, but they usually aren't wearing a headset. One guy saw me trying to read his shirt-- I knew he had put it on mindlessly when he pulled it out in front of himself to read it and then looked up at me with a big smile. His shirt had a Chinese character on it, and I don't think either of us knew the kanji.
I'm waiting to fall asleep now, but I'm thinking that the discipline of noticing is an effective tool for getting into the moment. It's just hard to stay there.
I can't wait to go back, to noticing.