I had a much different plan for this post but my mind became far too busy with the idea of emptiness. I had to find a way to empty my mind. Now my mind may be full of nonsense but it is always full. The only time I can empty it - even the littlest bit - is in tai chi. And the best I can do then is focus on my breathing. So, in...and...out...is my mind empty? Not quite.
I went and stood under the shower for a few minutes hoping that I could let the water wash all that busy thinking down the drain. But I am inspired in the shower. That's where I do all my best thinking. The mind is free to empty and fill again with a whole new set of ideas.
The thing is, empty is just a word. I don't see it as a negative. Empty for me is a positive: it has potential. An empty box is just waiting to be filled. An empty beach is waiting for me to experience the pleasure of a walk of discovery. I never saw an empty shelf that I didn't love. An empty square on the calendar means a day full of surprises. I have so much I could put in it: it's a day to read, or knit or putter in the garden, or, or, or. A few empty hours are a gift.
Now I'm wondering: is emptiness an illusion?