2012.01.22 _ 34

About five minutes of prostrations, followed by about twelve minutes of sitting meditation, in the evening. Seems like a good combination of restriction and freedom. Not too tight, not too loose.

What a strange existence my life would seem to anyone from a few decades back. Chatting to an old friend on Skype, playing Scrabble with a woman in Romania and talking and meditating with people from all around the world in SL. Perhaps as Skype conferencing improves travel will seem less and less attractive for meetings, though tourism, as in exploring new countries and places will not die out I guess. But my world is shrinking physically, though expanding in other ways...

Out in the -14C intense clarity and brilliance: another brush stroke of casual perfection. May it echo its way through pain and confusion.

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Walking back home at the end of the afternoon, I notice shadows are blue. I turn around to look at mine: it's a translucent blue on the white snow. Never seen a shadow of that color before. For a brief moment, it seems a blue being from an adjacent possible is looking back at me. #timestamp

/me listening to Eden just above speaking in zeros and ones and twos with a final four, before getting to letters. :-)
Inspired by Zen's comment yesterday about happiness showing its smiling face as soon as we stop looking for it.
Appreciating Wester's related ways yesterday of exploring how depression can express itself similarly as something far richer than when we are trying to escape from it.
Grateful for Eliza's invitation yesterday to look beyond the dualities of doing and not-doing, not just in a philosophical way but right here and now in our very ordinary activities like typing. edited 03:18, 23 Jan 2012

Realizing that I missed posting this window... fell asleep quite early after attending a chocolate festival on a pretty sunny day... many lovely moments.

I sat with Bertram's group in SL on Sunday evening, it felt like the first time in many days or weeks. I realized how un-centred, rootless, un-grounded I have become lately. It's as though I have been vanishing from the ground upwards, and am now a disembodied head. Not a pleasant feeling.