2011.09.07 _ 6

Layed down before remembering, bit of a sore throat lingering from cold, but was happy to get back up and sit for a short while. One develops a taste, and it does seem to help sleep.

::: Sitting listening
::: Birds singing brilliant solos
::: Sending you my love

Mediated in the morning. I like how the meditation makes my body more relaxed and more upright at the same time.

I thought I was handling yesterday's 13:00 PaB session quite well - until today's one-hour recliner sit. All these "belief issues" kept popping up: Believe Socrates! Believe Jesus! Believe William Penn! No THANKS! Belief has NO part in what we're doing here. I don't want ANYONE to "believe" it when I report that the objects in this room are communicating with me. I only want each of us to observe her own experience. Forget about my practice and attend to your own.

I went back to the verandah of Sunshine House on the silent day, and let that morning replay itself in my memory. I'm not sure whether that was "meditation", but it was wonderfully centring and calming.

Whatever I did today during my meditation, aside from avoiding the local flooding, It must have worked because an hour later I picked up a new project... thanks you Wol.

Fell asleep, woke up. That will do. Sometimes I put a hand on my shoulder or chest or stomach, and simply feel that place, and say. I love you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fj1YdcfBgaU

After reading Bruce's entry, from yesterday, I took up that early PaB practice again, from three years ago: Appreciate the Presence of Appearance. Walking to work, I saw the sun shining across the harbor of Kobe, with the mountains bending around at both sides, and people near the water strolling around, chatting, doing physical exercises in the park, taking photographs, walking their dog, and so on. Spontaneously I started to imagine what appearances would be present for each of them, and how they would appreciate their appearances. Appreciating their appreciations gave me a more of a sense of interdependent arising.

Tried to meditate, then write. When it started to turn into "to do' lists I decided to wait until tomorrow and put the pen down.

and I love you. Thanks oO0Oo

Bookending the night, bookending the day: subtle sense of two big expanses, one punctuated expanse.