Well, I left home last Thursday for a long weekend and opened my laptop Friday morning in Laguna to make an entry in The Buddha Diaries, only to discover that it was out of juice. Then I realized that I had left the charger back in Los Angeles. So, no entry. No entry for the weekend. We had Ellie's I-Pad with us, but I can't get used to typing on the flat glass screen--just doesn't feel right to me. So The Buddha Diaries was neglected for the entire weekend. And here I am, back on Monday morning, reflecting on the consequences of forgetfulness.
Not that they were too serious this time. A weekend of missed entries in The Buddha Diaries will not make great ripples in the world. I suffered from occasional pangs of separation anxiety, but decided that it was good practice NOT to write for a few days. Even so, that momentary slip of attention in what was a familiar, habitual practice--packing up for the beach--reminds me of the importance of mindfulness in the simplest aspects of my life. I forget easily these days. In part, I'm sure, it has to do with age. My long-term memory is as sharp as ever, but I often find it impossible to remember the movie that I saw the night before. Or, obviously, where I put my glasses.
Age is one explanation. Distraction is another, and that's just a matter of allowing the mind to wander off to some irrelevant place in the past or future and forget to pay attention to what's happening right now. I can't do much about age, but at least I can remind myself to be sufficiently present in the moment to put my laptop charger in my bag with the computer.