She says:
“Erase all thoughts from your mind.”
“Melt into the floor and think of nothing.”
I don’t know about you but I find it extremely hard to think about nothing.
The lights are out now. I guess that’s supposed to help.
I’m laying on the yoga mat (didn’t do Yoga but “all-in conditioning”). Body is tired and yes there is a bit of “melting” going on if sweat pooling beneath a torso counts.
Think of nothing.
I’m not good at this. All I manage to do is think about how to think about nothing.
What are the other seven people thinking about in their “nothingness”?
How does anyone think of nothing?
I try not to think about the errands I’ll be running when class is over, about what I’ll be photoshopping when I get home, about how to improve the playground that I’ve set up for my grandkids in my backyard.
Sigh.
I stare at the back of my closed eyelids.
Better. It’s dark there.
I’m thinking about how dark it is. But there is nothing to touch, nothing to see.
I’m a little bored.
And then I see it.
A wee wisp of floating light.
A silk scarf in space illuminated by a moon that sits somewhere out of my line of sight.
Or is it a star sliding sideways in slow motion leaving a jet stream of light?
Nah, it’s an angel thread,
an angel fiber,
angel cilia,
angel strand.
I’m still thinking. I’m thinking of the perfect word to describe that thing floating in my blackened vision.
“Start moving your fingers, your toes. Open your eyes,” she says.
What? It’s time to get up?
I’m not finished thinking of nothing.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 