2011.11.16 _ 76

Meditated before breakfast. Standing meditation.

Let be. Breathe. Head pulled up, feet pulled down. Arms long. Feel how my body feels. Suggest relaxation to those parts that aren't relaxed. Let the breath do with my body what it wants to do. Breathe in, breathe out. Etc.

As soon as I sat down on my cushion, for my half-hour morning sit, I marveled at the very notion of starting something new. I saw myself like a new-born baby, starting a new life. I felt my first breath for this sitting period coming in, going out, and I welcomed my first distracting thought, as part of this new life.
. At the end of the thirty minutes, when the bell rang of my alarm clock, I stayed on my cushion for a while longer, considering this last half hour as a life time. I looked back on all the adventures I had witnessed, the many distractions that I had fallen in, as well as the periods of peace and restful following of my breath and of all that presented itself in and around me.
. I considered how the sound of the bell signalled the end of a life, my half-hour sitting life, and I wondered what it would be like to come to the end of my own life, looking back on all that had happened. A sense of gratitude welled up, knowing that most likely this was not yet the end: that I would get another chance to sit for a mini-lifetime, and another and another, in days to come. I bowed with this gratitude, and got up to write this note, and to have breakfast in my `afterlife'. edited 13:59, 16 Nov 2011

So inspiring and very much my sense of things today as well... something like a cross between nap and sitting, lingering in a 'forgetful' place just allowing conditions to clarify... Some questions also, coming to the surface, not as confusion but potentials. Formal sitting may yet happen too. :)

Started to write "too tired", then thought what "what a feeble and lazyboned excuse that is", so here we go. Five minutes before bed.

Sitting at the end of a day wrapped in a rain cloud. There is nothing else but me, breathing softly and listening to the splash and patter of the drops. Then I drop too and there is nothing.. for a while. And then, as pema suggests, I begin a new life. edited 01:54, 17 Nov 2011

::: The opening night
::: At the Montreal Book Fair
::: Meeting friendly souls

morning sitting minding the gap
evening sitting minding the gap
fractal resonance of every little leap

worrying about a hungry soul

took the day to put my foot up
lots of sitting opportunity
and nova

A day missed