“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.”

— John Muir


“Different strokes for different folks or for different moments. One moment you need Zen. The next moment you need Advaita. Then maybe you suddenly find yourself drawn to Christian mystics or Sufis. Or maybe you’re suddenly moved to throw it all out the window and start from scratch, knowing nothing, believing nothing. Each possibility has something unique to offer.”

Relax!, Joan Tollifson


Good morning.


Good morning.


Things go away. Everything is always here.


Good morning.


Ever tried looking for yourself and not come up with either thoughts, ideas, stories, memories or fantasies?

🤔 😳


Nothing has to happen yet everything does.


Recognising the eternal now is exquisitely palpable yet utterly ungraspable. Reality is fully complete in each moment and yet endlessly generative…


Even in contemplative/ meditative spheres there is a tendency to fetishise certain conditions, like silence and stillness, over others. The raw actuality of unconditional being/ aliveness knows no such distinctions.


Whatever progress may or may not be, it is only made when one drops the idea of making any.


Today will be spent mostly hauling building waste to the dump. Oh, and coffee of course. And maybe a run later…


Good morning.


“The mark of the moderate man, according to the Tao, is that he has no ideas about himself. None. Nada. In him is the recognition that every idea he might once have entertained, or still does, is false.”

Mr. Nobody


You can’t do what is already being done. You can’t become what you already are. You can’t allow what is already present.


Good afternoon.


Good morning.


Spiritual/ meditative/ contemplative insights are not reserved for sacred texts, ancient traditions, gurus or teachers. They need not come from anywhere or anyone in particular.


The presence or not of suffering is beside the larger point that there is anything to experience at all.


“You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.”

— Samuel Beckett