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Morning

This morning, I sat by the window andI watched the day come to light.  Already I see and feel a change, an internal harmonizing with the tilt of the earth’s access which brings this change where I live.  The light is young, new, and tender, as it reaches into our own internal and receptive light.  

I’m reading One Hand Clapping: Unraveling the Mystery of the Human Mind by neuroscientist Nikolay Kukushkin. It allows me to appreciate even more the evolution and adaptation that lead to the creation of lungs, sight, perception, connection.

I contemplate this poem by Zen Master Issa:

This world of dew

Is a world of dew

And yet, and yet …

And I welcome and meet what’s continually new., the changing of the Light.

Thank you rocks and plants!
Learning from a dock that senses it’s time to drop
Reflecting

 

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This Moment

Today I have a dermatologist appointment, which I’m already nervous about, as I’ll have freezings on my face, which I anticipate to be painful as it has been in the past, and yet, what if I could be with these words of Sharon Salzberg:

Beginning again and again is the actual practice, not a problem to be overcome so that one day we can come to the “real” meditation.

At this moment, I’m in a warm house and it’s raining outside.  My tummy is full and a new cup of coffee is here with me.  This moment – enough.  

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Like a Jellyfish

This morning I woke feeling myself sinking calmly into a pond, anchored like the lotus, content to sink into mud, and then, I thought of mushrooms and mycelium, mycelium running all through the earth, connecting, unseen, and then, I felt myself as that reproductive body, the mushroom, popping up and out with rain.  We’ve had rain.  

I should check my yard and see what’s growing there but now in this moment, sprouts rise and bloom from my heart.

I feel content these days.  Garrison Keillor writes of that place.  Perhaps it’s a Midwestern thing that signals connection with a few, and yet …

Ken McLeod in Reflections on Silver River writes this: 

As my teacher once said, “If you could really take away the suffering of everyone in the world, taking all of it into you with a single breath, would you hesitate?”

And then he introduces Tonglen meditation as a way to begin.

Today I float up and down like a jellyfish trusting immersion in my environment and unfolding in and as what comes and goes.