Empty headed…

Today my head has been mainly empty. It’s not unusual - as Tom Jones might say - it happens quite a lot. It’s almost as if my mind decides that it doesn’t or can’t take in any more and flushes all my thoughts away for a few hours. It isn’t a bad feeling, I quite like it; not thinking allows me to just float.

And floating, not thinking, I can go anywhere I want. So today I’ve been up in the air on a cloud of ennui - which is a word I love - loving the listless, empty dissatisfaction it brings on. Who needs excitement anyway? Who needs thoughts? Who needs anything when you are floating?

And floating on - as The Floaters might say – I find myself at the top of a tower watching the Dervishes whirl in the courtyard below. Dervish – I love that word - Dervishes whirling, whirling, round and round, faster and faster, focusing on the turning until their heads are empty and their minds are clean. If only my name was Larry I might become a Dervish; floating wherever my empty mind takes me. My empty mind devil’s workshop, my monkey mind; just call me Larry Empty Head as I float way.

Look - there I go.