Zen Spot #20 -- Mindfulness, meditation and the ample pungent wonder of trash truck juice February 4, 2018 00:05
Trash truck juice
There is that unmistakable smell of garbage that can remain in one's memory for years. Hot vegetables rotting, sitting in a rancid stew of cooking oil and saliva leaking from a trash truck as it stutters down the street , delivering a punch in the nose that's hard to avoid because one doesn't knows they're in the boxing match until it’s too late. Easily found behind a bodega or strip mall restaurant, the smell is a mild skunk. I found myself overcome by the stench while I was creeping through an alley in Mount Airy with my car windows open.
Meditation couldn’t have been further from my mind.
A smelly moment of mindfulness
Immediately after my reaction to leave the scene, I was overcome with an instinct to stop . I opened my door, walked to the cinder block wall, sat on the concrete with my back against the wall, folded my legs and took a breath.
The pungence was evident even more after I closed my eyes, but I committed to my position and waited until I got used to the smell. It didn’t take long, perhaps seven or eight minutes.
Sometimes I do stupid stuff.
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