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.