Edited by Richie Cuthbertson, Monday, 12 Jun 2023, 22:02
I am a tired one today. High humidity and brain foggier than pea soup. Energy is a distant memory. Body aches and grumbles. The mind struggles to converge. Would rather lay in the netherworld of sleep. Can't face the world, let me be. But there are things to do,
And effort must be made. Albeit reluctantly...
Three weeks behind in my studies and it is hard to get back into them. Keep staring out of the window. Remembering things from my childhood. My father's face.
It feels like he has had a peaceful transition at last. When I was in the woods the other day I felt this incredible peace like something had changed, and it felt like he was saying he is alright.
Later that day, an old message he sent me popped up unexpectedly when I logged into a social media account. The message from my Dad contained just one word: 'Thankyou'.
It felt like a message from the other side. There was a warmth in my heart, and the tears fell.
Bless him.
My shoulder hurts. I have been carrying about 5 litres of water each day into the woods to help some tadpoles struggling in the drought, but alas they are all dead now. The water evaporated faster than I could keep up with.
Part of me feels relief that I no longer have to carry the water. Another part feels guilty for feeling that way. And another part encourages me by saying at least my heart was in the right place.
How complex the mind is, all these different selves, where do they come from?
It is like a committee sometimes, these different minds within minds. Like fractals.
How to gather them together and unify the monkey mind.
Meditation... Bhāvanā
.. keep putting one foot in front of the other. That's how we walk the path to freedom.
Pea Souper
I am a tired one today.
High humidity and
brain foggier than pea soup.
Energy is a distant memory.
Body aches and grumbles.
The mind struggles to converge.
Would rather lay in the netherworld of sleep.
Can't face the world, let me be.
But there are things to do,
Albeit reluctantly...
Three weeks behind in my studies and it is hard to get back into them. Keep staring out of the window. Remembering things from my childhood. My father's face.
Part of me feels relief that I no longer have to carry the water. Another part feels guilty for feeling that way. And another part encourages me by saying at least my heart was in the right place.
How complex the mind is, all these different selves, where do they come from?
It is like a committee sometimes, these different minds within minds. Like fractals.
Bhāvanā
.. keep putting one foot in front of the other.
That's how we walk the path to freedom.