Somewhere in the middle. Hopefully not while sharpening the axe or staring into the well.

There’s plenty of opportunity to ponder one’s own existence while chopping wood and carrying water. Or to listen to a podcast.

I do a lot of podcasts or audiobooks while gardening of late. I’m tapering off because it’s not the same experience. I started by listening to just nature based books. It was different. More in some ways, less in others.

If you can’t be alone with your own thoughts then brother are you in a bad place. Everything in moderation.

Just notice it.

It fits between the kama used to harvest rice and the comma used to separate those thoughts.

Somewhere in the middle