2011.10.02 _ 31

Fun to do safe 'little' scary things, like learning to make this page... discovery of long list of options at the click of a 'template' button. This morning's guardian session described my last week: shaky, with original sitting intentions off course. Things are however, settling... crisp, cool air and fresh, snowy intentions. Gazing at the wall.

::: An art stone lion
::: Blessing poetry workshop
::: Fresh voices and joy

Meditated late in the evening.

Paradoxically, although the weekends contain more "free" time, it is more difficult to find ten undisturbed minutes than during the week, mainly because "before the kids wake up" and "when the kids are at school" are out. I tried doing it in the early morning, as I usually wake up for a few minutes a bit after 6, but decided I want to do this fully awake.

Did 10 minutes of standing meditation. It's amazing how small irritations can pull at you to break up your meditation to fix them. Today it was the stereo that I had forgotten to turn off, so it gave off a bit of white noise. It kept on asking me to turn it off, but I didn't. When the mediation time was up, the pull to turn off the stereo ended. I only turned it off just now.

I remembered to relax my feet as well in the last minute. Next time hopefully earlier.

reading yesterday's comments, I loved Stevenaia's "being in a places between the acts witch are infinity small". This gave me the inspiration to experiment with mini-versions of the already short 9-sec breaks (nano-versions?). I tried to see how short I could make my breaks while still being aware of them as distinct `places between'. First one second, then half a second, then shorter and shorter and shorter . . . the result was a sense of remarkable aliveness.

I just read through most of the pages for the past month to get more of a feel for your project for the Chronicles. Congratulations on your "stick-to-it-ness" as a group.This has to be one of the more interesting projects that have taken place in PaB. It seems to be so close to Pema's original idea for PaB. It was moving to see him recalling meeting Dakini and her teahouse in one of his entries.

While retreating...
random shapes of concrete
arranged a patio of sorts,
free adirondack chairs appear
and one house blew up
Boom!

Pain in my left hip both distracts and distresses me. That's why I rented the wheelchair in Chicago. Always, there is this background "noise." Shall I enter it, or shall I seek anesthetic distraction?

I posted yesterday's comment one day late - - too much going on, I guess. Here's yesterday's image again, in case you missed it. What a demonstration of "participation"! http://hermitdog.com/Chess.jpg

Go to sleep, wake up. What is there to accomplish? Suffering.. the nature, the background. Universe there.. reality. Entering interstices fine sliced. Being "everything falls apart". Lonely the sunrise and moon in one's heart. Sipping the full empty.

Rain falls outside my window
and draws a curtain across the day.
Tomorrow will be different.

daily grits, daily pearls

At first (30 days) movement and meditations slowly become one.... now breathing begins to creep in in a noticeable way, used to feel like juggling... bringing to feel (finally) feel like convergence of the three