I was shredding old tax forms today.  Do I know how to spend a Sunday, or what?  I had the music cranking and was singing along to "I've Been Everywhere" by Johnny Cash.  It occurred to me that it was a perfect time to be meditating: mindless task, mindful moments.  Until the shredder gets jammed.  

But instead of breathing or sensing, I was occupying my mind with the music around me.  Music has been a big part of my life and I've been collecting songs and albums that remind me of all significant and insignificant events.  So when I listen to it now, memories are triggered. 

But what is a memory besides a story we tell ourselves?  

And what good does it do if it keeps us from living in the present moment? 

No, I am not deleting my iTunes library, but I do think I will self-impose some quiet times in the upcoming week.  Just to see what happens. 

Katie