30
February 14, 2013
File | Size | Date | Attached by | |||
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
DSCN1373-1.jpg Deer on the path | 1388.85 kB | 21:09, 14 Feb 2013 | Catrinamonblue | Actions | ||
DSCN1382-1.jpg Blue Jay | 619.69 kB | 21:13, 14 Feb 2013 | Catrinamonblue | Actions |
Images 2 | ||
---|---|---|
Deer on the pathDSCN1373-1.jpg | Blue JayDSCN1382-1.jpg |
A walk shared with my soul/heart mate. So much peace and happiness.
::: In the back of a still mind
::: Nestling in its coils edited 22:02, 17 Feb 2013
"If you can practice even when distracted, you are well trained". Still working on my reaction to interruptions and distractions.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2L7iCOpRDjM edited 03:56, 15 Feb 2013
Well that's different today. I'm getting more mobile after surgery, and I can do more. But I have to plan ahead, moment to moment. For example, suppose I'm emptying the dishwasher. Instead of taking the dishes in one hand and opening the cupboard with other, stacking the dishes with the first hand (perhaps aided by the other) and then closing the door, it's a new sequence. First open the cupboard, then get the dishes - but not too many - then maneuver them into place and then close the door, but all with one hand, and all slowly.
Thus even everyday living has become an object of focused awareness. For everything I do, the mind plays a sequence forward, finds the problems, then rewinds the sequence and works out a new plan, which I then execute. Then it's on to the next thing. But that's OK, because the mind is fairly good at it, and I'm happy to keep it occupied. ;-)
But seeing my good friends still healing, searching, earnest in efforts. A warm hearthstone as I check out my relationship to time.
A hard day today. Remembrance of things past + failed hopes for the future intruding on the present. Everything changes; everything changes; everything changes. A mantra for hope and despair.
Began a painting of a yellow lily, carefully following it's delicate curves with my pencil, concentrating on its concavities while Leonard Cohen sang about loss.
Thinking how nice it would be to have dinner with Maxine. edited 05:17, 16 Aug 2014