2014.04.29 _ 7

It felt natural and appropriate to practice Qi gong when I woke. I'm not yet timing the practices - I need to commit more exercises to memory before that - and continue to default to the sunshiny standing practice. edited 11:54, 29 Apr 2014

Missed everyone yesterday here as I was traveling. Noting so many changes, selling, reading,sorting and just standing. I can really relate to the standing, my own version being just breathing and being amidst turbulent emotions, some deep, some not.

Thinking about at-one-ment right now, as a state of mind open to 'becoming' rather than 'knowing'; 'becoming' seeming to involve a quiet openness to apprehending, different from a more ambitious 'knowing' which suggests grasping or possessing. Becoming involving the softness of standing, living in the moment, which as I think of it circles around to PaB's contemplations regarding Being. Circling all the while!

'Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free
Desperately in need, of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land'

http://www.lifeprint.com/asl101/pages-signs/h/hummingbird.htm

I couldn't remember whether I'd sat this morning or not, so did another five minutes just now. Not as satisfactory as morning sitting. Remember this, and "just do it."

Agatha, start at the end, beautiful friend... :-)

Walk in the woods, temperature just a few degrees above zero, but feel the springy ground, circle of spruce trees around a raised mound, standing still there, qi gong for a few minutes, life in all directions - this speck moves on.

I wonder whether I will finish this book. So far, it does not seem to be living up to glowing words I heard beforehand.

There's no single reason for such doubt. Perhaps it brings no enjoyment. Perhaps I am not learning enough from reading it. Perhaps it is simply not my style.

I guess I am a pragmatist through and through. It seems I believe that reading a book must have a purpose - whether for fun, recreation, learning... possibly many more. At the moment, I see no emerging purpose.

Ars longa, vita brevis. An old man's days are numbered and precious. I may need to switch, which is fine. We'll see.

Sitting was super early.
After discussion a person places a large pointed granite rock in the parking strip pothole...
and a driver not paying attention drives over it without apparent injury to car...
how can one proceed ...and let it go. Maybe it was my creation:)
Learning and time I guess. Learn to drive around and not take it personally.

Life seems full of pointy rocks atm. I notice as I sit, trying and quiet my mind that there is an underlying current of anxiety that persistently pokes through. Perhaps I should just follow its course and see where it takes me.
Storm - a change of book might be all that you need or a walk in the woods... edited 17:35, 5 May 2014