Day 65, I Know Why My Dad Smoked a Pipe.
Oddly enough. It did.
Since then, I am the most infrequent smoker known to man. I literally by pipe tobacco and forget where I put when I get home. So, if you think I am an addict or I have a smoking problem, I would gladly dismiss your accusations.
But, I will admit this. I know exactly why my dad would pack a bowl, retreat to the back porch, pet a partially retarded golden retriever, and pensively look off to a lightly traveled dirt road. I never saw him smoke out of nervousness, even though I am sure he did, ...the pipe seemed to be a 7-12 minute pause in life...a time of reflection, gathering of thoughts,...making decisions,...or just enjoying a eurphoric aroma of maybe his good memories of his own dad....who knows.
For me in 2010, I say its probably not a daily habit for me or even a monthly one, but I a pause and reflection sounds pretty stink'n good right now.
Bottomline: There's no real spiritual formulation of smoking, and I probably should make sure people see that I am not encouraging it. I guess by in large, I am encouraging a good moment in the course of chaos to stop, take a deep breath, clear your head. Then in about 7-12 minutes, see how much better you feel.