I’m in reflective mode these days, noticing, receiving, contemplating. I’m with this:

What is the weight of thought on my tissues?  Is it heavy or light?  Can I change it?  Do I want to?  Do I need to?   I’ve been noticing the weight of thought on my bodily tissues.  If it interests you, notice, and see what comes.  

In noticing, I feel and applaud the weight and lightness of my ancestry move through me. I evolve complexity and simplicity, compassion and understanding.

As Thich Nhat Hanh wrote in The Art of Living:

Breathing in, I see all my ancestors in me: my mineral ancestors, plant ancestors, mammal ancestors, and human ancestors. My ancestors are always present, alive in every cell of my body, and I play a part in their immortality.