It’s a nice sunny morning here in Carrickfergus with an expected high temperature of 15° C, 59° F. My care workers will be complaining of the heat!
“The ultimate understanding is that there is no ultimate understanding” according to a Nisargadatta quote I read yesterday on Facebook. So what keeps me trying to figure it all out? Still seem to prefer looking at the pointing finger rather than what it points to.
Zen - thank you for the Nisargadatta quote! It got me researching his work. (There’s even a reasonable summary on Wikipedia.) I suspect an Absurdist would feel as equally at home with his quote as would an Advaitin.
Eliza - rereading your Day 35 entry made me realize I hadn’t considered teaching as a possibility in an Imagined Future Self, and that despite having focused on it professionally for six years before emigrating. Like you, I also realize I am letting it fall away, and with a similar outcome. Thank you for the reminder!
Many other realizations are bubbling up too. It is a familiar story: I focus for a few days on the techniques and the process, and I eventually exhaust talking and writing about them (“Thank goodness,” says everyone else!). But everything has by then been so strongly internalized, this bubbling up process then takes over, with unbidden spontaneous wellings rising from... well, who knows.
Agree, many bubbling up(s).
Reading the last few days again. Something is really ... there. re-read as threads. Take the snippets and lay out as jigsaw pieces. Put edge pieces in one pile. Put the Blues in another pile. So many in the distracted pile and the day slipped away pile. Pieces missing from the exercises pile. Imagining what the missing pieces look like before and after the one more exercise. Those not described here pieces. The left to the reader parts.
One of the 4 best loved memories of Grandfather was his always mischiefly taking 3 pieces away from the jigsaw puzzle box.
“The ultimate understanding is that there is no ultimate understanding” according to a Nisargadatta quote I read yesterday on Facebook. So what keeps me trying to figure it all out? Still seem to prefer looking at the pointing finger rather than what it points to.
Eliza - rereading your Day 35 entry made me realize I hadn’t considered teaching as a possibility in an Imagined Future Self, and that despite having focused on it professionally for six years before emigrating. Like you, I also realize I am letting it fall away, and with a similar outcome. Thank you for the reminder!
Many other realizations are bubbling up too. It is a familiar story: I focus for a few days on the techniques and the process, and I eventually exhaust talking and writing about them (“Thank goodness,” says everyone else!). But everything has by then been so strongly internalized, this bubbling up process then takes over, with unbidden spontaneous wellings rising from... well, who knows.
Reading the last few days again. Something is really ... there. re-read as threads. Take the snippets and lay out as jigsaw pieces. Put edge pieces in one pile. Put the Blues in another pile. So many in the distracted pile and the day slipped away pile. Pieces missing from the exercises pile. Imagining what the missing pieces look like before and after the one more exercise. Those not described here pieces. The left to the reader parts.
One of the 4 best loved memories of Grandfather was his always mischiefly taking 3 pieces away from the jigsaw puzzle box.
Pretty tired.
Good to work hard tho.