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The sea used to be my contemplative companion on the morning walk to work but now it’s rivers and mountains – the same ebb and flow of nature, just differing rhythms and vibrations of the whole happening.
The sun exquisitely striking the hills through the clouds this morning on my way into town.
Both the poetic and the mythic image at once reveal and conceal.
The meaning is divined rather than defined, implicit rather than explicit, suggested rather than stated.
– Alan Watts, The Two Hands of God: The Myths of Polarity via Tony Cartledge
It is inarguably true that I exist. That I am. The mind’s response to this fundamental fact is to miniaturize it, to make it absurd, to say ‘I am a body.’ The belief that I am a body is the First Mistake. From the chalice of this mistake are poured a thousand others. That life begins and ends, for example, just as the time-bound body begins and ends. Obviously, life is timeless. It has no beginning and no end, and despite what Oprah says, no one lives a life. We are life.
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Growth and insight often arise in unplanned moments, outside the pressures of deadlines. By moving beyond the idea of time as a resource to be spent, we open ourselves to a fuller experience of life, where value comes not from efficiency but from the depth of our connections and the richness of our experiences.
There is no inter-personal justice, no weighing of scales between two souls – only forgiveness.
A wet but fresh and alive autumnal morning. The brook running fast and clear. Everything glistening, even the rich red leaves underfoot.
You can only find your own mind.
The silence of intuited unicity is always on
It cannot and need not be contrived
or arrived at or made anew
It is either recognized or not
Whoever ‘wins’, uncertainty is the only certainty, chaos the new normal. The flexibility to prevail on shifting sands requires open yet resilient minds.
If you’re confused you’re thinking.
The problems of thought are not solved by more thinking.
The ego thinks it knows what you want. The unconscious knows what you need.
Beautiful autumnal morning. A purposefully slow, meandering drive to work. Golden leaves everywhere. The river has retreated from the fields setting the sheep free again.
A bacon and egg roll here, a cup of coffee there.
There’s a real punch of heat from the sun today even as it sits low in the sky.
A contemplative pause at one of my favourite river spots which is still running higher and quicker than usual over a week after flooding.
This is it, with or without language or meaning, what is here now is everything.
When hungry, eat your rice; when tired, close your eyes. Fools may laugh at me, but wise men will know what I mean.
A nice meditation circle this evening. Fourteen participants this week and a good discussion about how to best utilise the break between sits.
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Frequently, in a journey of the soul, the most precious moments are the mistakes. They have brought you to a place that you would otherwise have always avoided.
You’ve noticed by now that more suffering is inflicted on the world by people who take offence than by people who give it. And that what we stop doing is vastly more significant than what we start doing.
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Just chopped down an intrusive bush that would eventually have got out of control. Surprisingly light work using a green wood saw blade.
A run this afternoon if the rain keeps off and not much else before returning to work tomorrow.