2012.01.04 _ 16

I'm enjoying writing my hourly notes, every day now since New Year's Eve. Something in between a daily journal and the 9-sec PaB breaks every 15 minutes. Sometimes a gap of a few hours, which I then fill in from memory.
As for Zen's reminder of impermanence: for me this playing with new practice forms is not so much a resolution as more an adventure. It started spontaneously, without any prior decision, and it may stop any moment. In fact, appreciating lessons to be drawn from each hour also implies that this could be my last hour -- and if not, when another hour comes, that too is appreciated, but without sense of entitlement.

Some days are easier than others. Just by themselves.

Standing meditation in the evening. Let be body be, with gravity, with breath, with all that's going on in body and mind, "good" or "bad". Quiet enough to be attentive but no more than that. And when I lose focus, simply come back.

Ah, Pema reminded me of a teacher who claimed we could add years to our lives by simply spending more of it in the present moment instead of only being half here and missing so much of it. Why do the days fly in so quickly as I get older?

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Spent the day organizing my writing for the next few months, sorting out drafts of my manuscript. Exhilarating puzzle. Disorientation, doubts, intuitions. How to let go and let be and work like a humble bee. Will be finished by May 31st #timestamp

**How to let go and let be and work like a humble bee.** :)) Eden

Quite a question... dropping the doing/clinging within the tasks and projects we devote time to. This is a bit of a breakthrough for me today honestly, that the 'doing' is not the energy but the attachment to moving the direction, in a sense. I will muse with this to be able to articulate clearly. In the meantime I am happy to get to bed early-ish, and feeling thankful for supportive friends.

Wester thanks so much for "Simply come back" ... clear as a bell.

With my cold, time comes dropping slow, like honey. Like a humble bumble bee I work away doing small chores as I wait for the clouds to lift.

Sitting in the early morning bed - somewhat of a half and half state. Rest of the day a speeding arrow. By the end less than half and half. Recalling a close-up picture of a bee in a flower, and how truly magnificent and delicious those anthers must be.