2012.04.23 _ 13

Perfection seems to me to be a standard we humans set up for how everything should be. But nature just works itself out in vast inexplicable ways with lots of hardship and cruelty involved too. Why should it conform to our petty standards ?

Walking today, wrapped up against the chilly morning air, a shorter route because of lack of energy. This afternoon the temperature was 90°F (32°C).

Karuna-metta meditation. And a lively PaB discussion on equanimity. So hard for this slow typist to follow all the threads of conversation.

:) Slow typing practice...

Walking today too... musing on equanimity and also friendliness/niceness/manners/openness/beauty and what 'positive feedback' looks like in that context. Played with pictures. Amazing how different two pictures of the same setting or object might look depending on angle and lighting, among other things.

Appreciate the sensibility Zen expressed, re nature conforming.

Now on to sleeping practice :) edited 03:25, 24 Apr 2012

Click on a link and read what some friends have written.
The gong gongs during one of your sentences.
A heart felt sentence. A striking a core sentence. An ALL sentence.
A Gong sounds.
...
It must be past 9 seconds now.
It might be past 90 seconds.
A self-fish [odd phrase] reason wants to be alive tomorrow to be at PaB again.

"Where I Hide" Ordinary Space, Available Light"

Still feeling vulnerable.
Thinking about things I've broken
and about things that have broken me.


http://hermitdog.com/99-Days/4-23-2012.JPG edited 15:23, 24 Apr 2012