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I made my way to the pier and inhaled the cool ocean breeze that wafted in from the springtime maritime. I found my way to a park bench and sat to watch the boats and ferries churn their way to their destinations. My mind went back to the hypnosis session I had attended the week before. I remembered Jess's voice saying "If a thought floats into your mind, let it - just observe it float by like a boat on the ocean...let it come into view - observe it, then let it slip away..."
So I sat on the park bench and as I watched the boats, I thought about them as the thoughts that float around in my mind. Thoughts came into my mind, and they were old and familiar - like the Casco Bay Ferries. I have seen them hundreds of times before, and they circle around and around - going back and forth to the islands. They never have a new destination - they remain the same. Around and around they circle... predictable. Like clockwork. Ah... my old thoughts and stories... like the old ferries. Hello... goodbye, and hello again.
More thoughts popped into view - they are like the yachts and sailboats.... New and mysterious. I wonder where they came from, and where they are going. I wonder about the adventures the people on board must have... where they might end up. I hope the people on board have the wit and knowledge to deal with the elements. I wonder if they go beyond the safety of the bay, or if they will brave the open ocean. Some of the vessels didn't seem sea worthy, and I deemed them crazy if they ventured too far. Ah.. much like some of my new thoughts that seem crazy at first, but new, exciting and full of adventure.
My other bemused observation while sitting on the park bench watching the industrious buzzing of the bay, I realized that the boats never stop coming in and out of the marina - the activity is constant... but as the sun dipped into the city skyline, and the shadows of the buildings grew taller, the activity slowed, and the buzz waned to a drone. Eventually, as night falls, the droning settles down to a slumber... as the boats rest on their moorings, waiting to be released to occupy the bay another day.
Noting I was drowsy.... I decided to stroll back up the hill to my car. Enough thinking for one day -time to hitch my thoughts up to their moorings and rest.
Paradise is here, Paradise is now ... Paradise is an ocean of thought....