Zen and the Art of Lawnmowing

Well not quite, but….

Have you ever noticed the meditative qualities of Mowing the Lawn.

It is a “place” you can go, a state of being where you can ponder life, the universe and everything – or anything. The regular back and forward, round and round paths you travel while mowing do not require a lot of focus from the brain – allowing it to wander away from that activity to where ever it would care to go. You can try listening to music using headphones/earpieces, but that just gets too frustrating trying to hear your favourite guitar solo over the relentless moaning of the mower – also, suddenly, violently pushing the mower aside and launching into your own air guitar mime of the afore mentioned solo creates more than a little confusion amongst the neighbours who thought you were just casually mowing the lawn.

But anyway, while pushing forward and back, round and round the mind can go places it would not normally go. One day I formulated a whole philosophy on the different stages of being. One day I wrote a whole song in my head. One day I worked out that dog droppings must be as dry as possible before being able to be cleared away by the mower. It is just a wonderful place for your head to be.

The Best Music Ever!

The Best Music Ever!

A while ago I read a fantastic truism – it said that you will never hear any music better than the music you hear when you are sixteen. How true is that?

I know that for me I have always looked for but never found better music than what I heard when I was sixteen. Because when I was sixteen I was a music sponge. I found out that there was more music out there than what I heard on the radio. I searched and discovered then searched more and discovered more. Every corner I turned led me in a new direction and new discoveries. Sure there was a lot that I heard that I didn’t like. But there was so much that I did like and the feeling of hearing those sensational sounds for the first time was so overpowering that it has been impossible to re-create with anything I have heard since.

I suppose I should write something

It occurred to me that I have this place now where I can say anything I like. I guess I should use it for some sort creative outlet. I have seen other blogs where the bloggers just go on and on about their pet hate at the moment – I suppose I could do that too.

I can’t think of any pet hates at the moment. I’m Happy.

I have a wonderful, beautiful wife, I have two of the greatest children alive as my daughters. I have a job that earns enough to pay the bills. I have my guitars sitting in our lounge room for when I feel the need to play – when I have the time.

That’s it, that’s what I have to complain about – TIME.

I would like more time to play my guitars, to listen to music – to do Dave stuff.

Then again – I’m writing this blog. Perhaps I should stop and go and pick up a guitar………….