2011.10.30 _ 59

Hi Paradise, great to see you here again, on yesterday's report page! Today I, too, am looking out, in my case over silent fields still covered by snow (in October!), but unlike yesterday with a brilliant sun shining and reflecting over it, and yes, breathing in stillness. Passing now through the small town of Edison, with its quaint old train station tower with copper roof, while following your example: ..waiting ..smiling ..being..

Sat at Bert's evening (my time) meditation session at Perfect Paradise, very mellow, very pleasant. An easy 11 minutes. And now, to bed.

::: Making video
::: Posting it online to share
::: What's happening here

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Meditated late in the evening. The usual startup problems.

Did prostrations, but they worsened the headache I had so halfway I changed to standing meditation.

Sat with Quakers in RL, and later with Bert's group in SL, and, still later, alone in recliner - and each time with "PaB themes" as my theme (beginning in Guardians' meeting this morning):
How to be skilful in opening to inward awareness/knowing and in inviting others also to do so?
How do I open to and rest in this awareness, from whatever sources it may come - and invite others to do so, honoring the methods of each?
How do I make this presence a continuous practice, sharing whatever I can with others so that we might support and learn from each other?
How do I bring ALL the experiences of life -- perhaps especially those that are problematic -- into my "sits"?
Does "living silence" require some special effort, aside from my willingness to "drop" whatever seems to be distracting me from it?
Am I apt to speak too often, too predictably, and too soon after others have spoken?
How does my experience as a Guardian contribute to the well-being of all beings? edited 22:42, 30 Oct 2011

Many days in this one... fresh sheets, poetry, art exhibitions, beautiful music, time at the wall. Inspired by this morning's guardian session as well, and by further conversations in and about blindspots and the back/hidden side of 'practice'.

Before sleep often, and indeed in this last.. notion of.. I may not wake up in the morning. Body says, what you think.. you cannot take it with you.. the people, the constructs, even idea of life and death. Then dissolve that false duality. Is.

Waking... birth of now. Sunrise.. warmth.. fragility.. nakedness.. all now.. arrogance, longing, pity, sadness, and another breath. Sense of temperature, evaluation of clarity of mind, age, oblivion.. another breath. Living now. Living now. Alive now. Nothing lasts. Alive now.

there is nothing to say
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Check in last night
Trees violently swaying in the wind and rain
Check in this morning
Building tops in yellow orange light
Check in
These eyes

power still out, night come quickly with no electricity but candle are nice and kitties join you in bed. I did meditation and Tai Chi when I spent a few hours at work w/ light and heat