2011.09.01 _ 0

Did the meditation this morning first thing after bringing the kids to school.
The usual: 3 prostrations, 10 mins standing, 3 prostrations. Relaxed my ears as well (not just my eyes) - interesting.

Last night's sitting pleasant again - sense of 'this is all I want to do', with friends and situations coming up in anon-intrusive way, wishing well.

went to front room of my office for nice standing meditation before Tai Chi exercise, mine clouded with thoughts of the day... slowly disappearing like the fog blown by the wind, phone rings.. answer call, begin again... fewer breathes, quicker the mind clears and I begin my lovely 2 part Tai Chi Exercise. which went nicely.

I enter into 0--no time, a time of new beginnings where anything is possible. I enter into a place refreshed by young September winds and a cooling sun.

With your permission, I am posting a picture of my orange geranium (given to me by Bertram) so it can provide warmth and a starting block to launch ourselves into fall days. edited 16:32, 1 Sep 2011

Thank you, Wol, for starting this! In my own case, if anything, I may have added too much, rather than too little, on my daily plate of practices and observations and reports. I'm in the process of learning to find a better balance, and to be more relaxed about practice, focusing more on integration. In any case, my new form of practice will be to resonate with some of all that was written the day before. For day 0, I read the day -1 entries, and I was struck by O's "Walking today I kept my feet below my head". I liked the expression, and so I walked that way for a while, appreciating the simplicity of "just keeping my feet below my head", very refreshing!

:::An haiku a day
:::Sends the dove into your heart
:::Wind of wings flapping

0 day ~ a birth day. I noticed that it is where hair enters skin, that I feel similarity of sensation, whether a very slight breeze, or static electricity. Waking is wavering, tense shallow breathing, and breathing anew, and to you. Fresh air drawn in... and to you. Last thoughts before sleep.. to keep you in this heart.. not mine.. and dream, hopefully, that your dreams might come true.

Day 0 - Sitting in Lazy-Boy recliner, I listen a full hour to "things" in this room: leaves of houseplants stretching sunward; patterns of woven leaves in beige throw-rug; a veined granite souvenir plucked from a rocky Denali stream decades ago; the ancient cast-iron wood stove and his rusty stovepipe. I sense that I am praying. It's an invocation: "Come forth, ye gods of things." There's an unsettling tension in the stir-still living room - perhaps a heated argument [amongst "things"] concerning my worthiness? But the plants, at least, are cool... I mean with me. I mean, I hope they are. 99 days to go. edited 12:28, 3 Sep 2011

Creeping in under the wire to get a comment posted before midnight. Sat for the first time on a count-up rather than -down (letting my meditation last for as many minutes as it will, rather than fighting to "achieve" N minutes). It felt more relaxed, easier.

99 days - Well, Wol, I was too busy living Day One to understand how to write about it. I've read the instructions multiple times. And I have forged my commitment. - I shall write about the process of living......In memorium to Nimbus, and in life to those creatures who enter the spaces in my being that he created.

Daytime: many droplets. The space of occupation is actually a sieve. Edge of sleep: knowing awareness known / knowing awareness unknown. Next up: edge of wake.