In the meantime (or at least until I crack open another book), I have been trying to be more conscious which is truly difficult. First, I have to remind myself to remember to be conscious. Then I have to be conscious once I remember to remember. I'll try a little meditation practice (practice in so far as I'm practicing to start a practice once I remind myself to remember to be conscious) where I take as many as 2 - (to possibly) 3 breaths total, and then in the middle of breathing, I often forget what I am doing and fall into unconsciousness - (not complete unconsciousness though I slog back into the usual trance-like behavior - similar to everyone else on the planet.) Then I might start my practice over again once I remember to remind myself to remember that I'm trying to be more conscious.
But because I am practicing the reminding of remembering to be more conscious - and that consciousness comes in brief lightening-flash moments of clarity, I've noticed some extraordinarily beautiful things. Maybe I am only now noticing because I am getting old(er), and subconsciously (unconsciously) know time is limited -- certainly my desire to be more conscious comes out of aging. I have to soak up all of life before time runs out. Yet still, what a gift to notice the beauty that when I was younger, I let slip by without giving a thought.