2011.10.05 _ 34

Set the alarm for early meditation, but when I had done one prostration my son woke up. Did the full meditation after I had brought them to school.

I did prostrations with an occasional pause in between, just sitting up straight and noticing what goes on for a few seconds.

I thought a bit about what pema said about going into your experience. One of the differences between meditating and not-meditating, to me, is trying to refrain from the actions that just are there to stop yourself noticing. First allowing yourself to be uncomfortable for a bit and then allowing the action (if any) to grow out of the situation, instead of impulsively grabbing the first solution that comes to mind.

Short sitting last night: a happy one, then deep deep sleep. This morning began to bound out of bed, but stopped... like Wester, took a stance of allowing in which was a tremendous sense of joy and relief like "this day, this body, this life, this world, these people ... not anything waiting to be done, but something else, never experienced in any sort of before." edited 10:56, 5 Oct 2011

::: Waking up today
::: In akashik memories
::: A Lemurian cat

Recliner sit: I seem to have patience for everything except the things that are most important to me. I invite an image, then must return again and again to my own invitation. My patience for the most important things is so short and my receptivity so detoured.

Scarecrow above the hillside rice fields.
How unaware!
How useful!

--- Basho edited 23:56, 5 Oct 2011

Reading yesterday's comments, the last line of the last comment, by Lucinda, first greeted me as "sipping espresso" before reading more carefully the "singing espressivo". (^_^) But I know when to take a hint, so I sat still for a while, spine straight, sipping caffe latte (as a variation). And it struck me again how, in any situation in life, sitting straight and still is like a trapdoor, letting me fall into a different reality, opening to a wider world.

#
40 years ago, a black box from steve
3 days ago in dream he talks of khyentse rinpoche
now, in this fresh hour, gone, indelibly

_/!\_

I seemed to have lost track (again) of my days. I'm learning my next move of the form, which usually takes at least three classes (3 weeks) just to remember the move and months to work it in to my practice. Nice to accept that something you may have just learned has vanished like a smoke in the air, and that be perfectly acceptable as the beginning of the process of learning and creates a deeper appreciation of the teacher

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