Many years ago, a friend and his wife owned and ran a small motel in South San Francisco called the Ho Hum Motel. It was cute, warm, and friendly as it was just the two of them who took care of everything in the motel. It felt like home. More than the motel, the name stuck with me, “ho hum.” The name, “ho hum,” reminds me of the natural mind. Not doing anything, just ho hum. Present and aware, just ho hum. Feeling joy, ho hum. Not going anywhere, ho hum. No expectations, ho hum. Not grasping anything, ho hum. Just being, ho hum.