:) Rare that I'm the first to post. Quite a few chores today... large shopping trip - making a point to listen to what is going on when decisions seem to be happening... What can I leave that I usually take? What can I choose that I usually pass by? Is that going in the cart with good intentions or am I actually going to cook it?
This may all sound very busy but in truth it is a sort of making way for rest. edited 22:12, 2 Mar 2012
Decisions...yes...like thoughts - where do they come from? Some deep part of my brain makes them and the conscious part merely ratifies, I think . Noticing the stories I continuously tell myself and cutting them short before I get carried away in them. I notice the stories others tell themselves too, but don't think I would be thanked for pointing them out :)
Perhaps decisions can happen in an organic, natural way, like fruit ripening and then falling from a tree at the right time. That may be the rest that Eliza wrote about, when letting decisions happen. And there may be no need to project those decisions back onto brain processes, Zen. Like the Greeks who told us that Muses are whispering in our ears, perhaps there is no need to postulate that everything we do originates from electrical and chemical processes inside our bodies. Specific thoughts may be traced that way, eventually, but what about intuition? edited 00:57, 3 Mar 2012
Theme: enriching with emptiness. No attachment / let it flourish. The juicy mirror.
Related: the more gentle, the less attachment, the less is added to or subtracted from things, they are as they are, exactly, precisely. Gentleness sharpens the blade of the warrior. The cut is with and of one's own nature, not separate from it: it does not rip, shred, tear, or hurt. Cut and embrace, sword and cradle, in every time, in every place, this is the momma of all the buddhas.
This may all sound very busy but in truth it is a sort of making way for rest. edited 22:12, 2 Mar 2012
Related: the more gentle, the less attachment, the less is added to or subtracted from things, they are as they are, exactly, precisely. Gentleness sharpens the blade of the warrior. The cut is with and of one's own nature, not separate from it: it does not rip, shred, tear, or hurt. Cut and embrace, sword and cradle, in every time, in every place, this is the momma of all the buddhas.