Meditated just before breakfast. Standing meditation. The arm position I tried yesterday was a bit smaller now, just a bit more room at the armpits. It's nice to notice how those little experiments integrate with the basic meditation form.

::: To feel is the key
::: Intelligence of the heart
::: Full moon high tides blues

Early morning recliner sit:
I cannot seem to get last night's NOVA out of my head (two hours of Brian Greene's "Fabric of the Cosmos").
The "world" seems wholly independent of my will - everything speaks an unspeakable and mostly unknowable lineage. And yet, I live only in this world, here, and only for this world, now.
Be as kind to everything as possible.

Thank you, Aphrodite, for the pretty tulip tree picture, yesterday! :-)
I recognized what Wester wrote, about standing up being easier if you imagine it to be something that happens to you instead of something you do. A very practical wu-wei (not-doing) application that I remember from doing taichi, and especially chigong myself. Just now I decided to apply that more specifically to typing and talking; not so easy, but to the extent that it clicks for a while, it's really nice to feel how much more relaxed everything becomes, when letting the talking do the talking, the thinking the thinking, the typing the typing.

Left it too late, for various reasons, and now far too tired :(

Sitting up in bed, 55 conscious breaths. 'Inner being kind' of appreciative of bright blue, cloudless sky (earlier) and later wise moon (now), though if the Nova show is to be believed, neither is happening in any way that could then unhappen. In a tree/bread slices scenario we are always skimming, but that doesn't mean we aren't deep. So much seems to want to become obvious. Fullness of time.

Breakfast with a friend this morning, and a moment which reminds me of Pema's note 'talking doing the talking.' Chattering back and forth and it became really obvious that the best thing was to simply stop and 'give' or 'feed' this friend my listening, which calmed us both. I hadn't realized I was 'taking' it before... that we were conversing in a kind of American football sort of way. The conversation took encouraging and joyous turns that may not have had room otherwise... interesting to note.

Somehow it reminded me of a dream wherein my son tasted the moon. edited 01:27, 11 Nov 2011

Missed before sleep.. By the time I noticed thoughts upon waking.. I noticed had been traveling on several discursive trains.. circle of flowering compost.. touch

70 breaths
sitting on a pillow
what will be

non stop overlapping actions
no times in between
only right there