Mindfulness (Pali: sati, Sanskrit: smṛti) plays a central role in the teaching of Buddhist meditation where it is affirmed that “correct” or “right” mindfulness (Pali: sammā-sati, Sanskrit samyak-smṛti) is the critical factor in the path to liberation and subsequent enlightenment.
Described as a calm awareness of one’s body functions, feelings, content of consciousness, or consciousness itself, it is the seventh element of the Noble Eightfold Path, the practice of which supports analysis resulting in the development of wisdom…

Liberation? Oh yeh… lowliness, unimportance and humility come to mind as well. But then with a view like this:

A lot comes to mind…

A lot of which in today’s world of cell phones, facebooks, money chasing hours, we lost the ability to hear our own thoughts.
And so, we’re marching on, where days resemble one another. Days string in to weeks, months and years. We lose our selfs in today’s “race for time game” and time is what we pay with to stay in the race. Paradox indeed.

Until we stop and look around. What we see is nothing…Desert.

If you are alone, without cell phone and everything else that defines you in your “every day” life, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the beauty and the peace that surrounds you. Welcome to Sonora Desert, Tucson, Arizona.

I arrived here on my bike after 2hrs in a saddle from my hotel room. Ride took me through downtown Tucson and the “famous” bike shop “Fair Wheel” (known for the local ride called “Shootout” more on it later). Actually I followed this route on the shops recommendation as it is a Tuesday version of the “Shootout” (with only fast guys, which why I missed it).
What I didn’t know was en route to the “Old Tucson” Studio in the middle of a desert. Place where some of the most famous Western movies were made. I grow up with them!!!

Can you say STOP TIME! How about REWIND! Few decades perhaps.
Stop I did. Over half an hour. Me, my bike in the desert. Staring at the same mountains I saw on TV as a boy. What more appropriate thing to do then call my parents in Macedonia! What do you know?! Next, I’m talking to my mother, on the other side of the World, seated on the camera crane that was “shooting” “cowboys” like John Wayne, Clint Eastwood and many others.

Did I say “the hell with technology”? Scrap that. For the next half an hour I was my mothers little son. I must have screamed like one as well. Full of excitement (people were looking at me kind of weird).
Eh, people. Who needs them, eh!

Back on the bike and out deeper in the desert I went. Me, my self and I. That’s what I’m talking about. Tired, hot and hungry, but I will remember next hour for rest of my life.
For a moment I experienced Mindfulness.

Did I came out of of the desert smarter? No hope there.
Aware? For some weeks…, but I can tell you we ALL NEED TIME ALONE from time to time.
It grounds us. Shows us what is important and what can wait.
Getting to that mindful point on your bike, tires the body and liberates the mind.