Confessions from an undisciplined mind

Sometimes I sit and think about things; other times I just sit. Sitting and observing is a lost art. I am not really a Zen practitioner and I would certainly not want to go to the Himalayas, strip naked, and sit in the snow for 24 hours (or even in the summer, for that matter). But sometimes I need to just sit and watch the world--birds, insects, dogs, people (airports are good for this), or the breeze blowing trees and grass. This kind of sitting is good for the soul. It reminds me that my existence is not only about me. It reminds me that there are cycles and rhythms that are important to be in tune with and to hear or see or experience. And sometimes I would like to try and just sit with another person and not speak. Maybe share a good micro-brew or good whole-bean coffee or a good pinot, and just sit and be in each other's presence. Silence is not just golden it is also platinum and auburn and orange and blue and red. Silence is fuel and energy. My undisciplined mind just thought all this stuff up, or was it already there? I think I will just sit and ponder that idea a little bit.