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Yesterday I wrote a new poem for a poetry reading next month. It's only 3 minutes long for now, but I spent the morning rewriting it, recording and rerecording. I finally transferred the mp3 on my iPod, going for a walk by the river, listening to the poem on a loop for one hour. The day is sunny and very very cold and I had to use mnemonics to remember my editing: my fingers almost froze as I snapped a few pictures and it took a long time to warm them up again in the thick gloves and mittens, so there was no way I was going to expose them to the bitter cold and wind again. I managed to remember the first 8 corrections but the 9th one vanished as soon as I committed it to memory. Back home, it's the only one that still doesn't come back, still frozen in some space-time. For sure, I'm convinced it was the best one:) It felt like a whole new semantic field was opening up. It was so mind-blowing, it blew my mind. Aaargh...#timestamp
15 min sitting meditation in the evening. This big grey blanket of inertia does not make it easier to meditate, although it does make it more necessary. It is not tiredness, as I thought for a while, but it is very easy to take it for tiredness. Listlessness fits better, though not completely either.
Thanks for the beautiful picture, Eden!
Eos, I really like the idea of letting happenings in our life remind us to stop and drop. Getting coffee at work is one possibility. Anything else that you would normally do a few times an hour would do. And I find it fun to play sometimes with far more frequent dopping and stopping, like after each breath. While I can't keep that up for a long time, just doing that for several minutes already helps to balance the mind, and sometimes I surprise myself, finding myself staying with that simple exercise for far longer than I expected. edited 23:34, 20 Jan 2012
Beautiful photo of icy stillness Eden. Don't think i would venture far in my electric wheelchair in that weather :) Had two dreams where I was getting up and walking normally and it was as if my mind was saying 'look how easy it is.' Perhaps it means I waste too much time on trivial pursuits.
It's also beautiful snow weather here tonight, after an incredibly messy afternoon and evening. It's been a while since I've seen the stars so bright, and the trees are gilded with enough ice to open up an adjacent possible of beauty. Hovering there with you, in appreciation in a briefly occupied adjacent possible.
Yesterday I wrote a new poem for a poetry reading next month. It's only 3 minutes long for now, but I spent the morning rewriting it, recording and rerecording. I finally transferred the mp3 on my iPod, going for a walk by the river, listening to the poem on a loop for one hour. The day is sunny and very very cold and I had to use mnemonics to remember my editing: my fingers almost froze as I snapped a few pictures and it took a long time to warm them up again in the thick gloves and mittens, so there was no way I was going to expose them to the bitter cold and wind again. I managed to remember the first 8 corrections but the 9th one vanished as soon as I committed it to memory. Back home, it's the only one that still doesn't come back, still frozen in some space-time. For sure, I'm convinced it was the best one:) It felt like a whole new semantic field was opening up. It was so mind-blowing, it blew my mind. Aaargh...#timestamp
Eos, I really like the idea of letting happenings in our life remind us to stop and drop. Getting coffee at work is one possibility. Anything else that you would normally do a few times an hour would do. And I find it fun to play sometimes with far more frequent dopping and stopping, like after each breath. While I can't keep that up for a long time, just doing that for several minutes already helps to balance the mind, and sometimes I surprise myself, finding myself staying with that simple exercise for far longer than I expected. edited 23:34, 20 Jan 2012