I so much enjoyed reading yesterday's entries, the three not by me: Zen and Eliza and Eos all painting the ineffable with words . . . incredible . . . arising and falling . . . sacred phenomenality.
During morning practice an increased sense of gratitude and humility.
Some aware-ing this morning, resting through sleep to wake transition. Later another woods walk, all the sense ratios shifting as I enter the bare frozen ground, the fierce winds over the water. Then chopping wood into kindling, the stillness and sudden swift blade tenderly not two. Later with wife and son by restaurant fireside. Day of rest. edited 02:54, 20 Feb 2012
During morning practice an increased sense of gratitude and humility.
Loss of way,
For what Is.