Saturday morning. 6:16AM, December 17, 2022.
A normal day. Nothing special. Dark outside, window blowing. Certainly cold out there.
Freshly awake after a particularly long sleep. Half cup of coffee.
Here, reflecting. Observing mind movements like clouds in the sky. Tiny movie clips from the preceding days of existence – each a tiny lesson – each affirmation of previous epiphanies and insights.
I need nothing more than this. Of course, it helps to first consider, and subsequently acknowledge, there IS nothing more than this. And from there forward, stillness has a way of forever feeling like the greatest pearl of life.
This is the happiest I can ever be. Simply to be, simply to reflect. Getting here is always a matter of noticing. Not a matter of “doing” anything, but rather the opposite.
A great relief… we don’t need to do anything to arrive here.
“Our minds are a vast space, containing everything. We focus on where there is movement. Some pattern. Eventually we grow tired of the pattern and feel, ‘enough’. We can return to a frame that is instead very wide – the infinite container and not the particulars, the patterns, the movements. The world is *always* big, even when it feels small.”– James Low
Lyrics from Ben Folds – three words edited to fit.
I don’t get many things right the first time– Ben Folds
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
The stumbles, and falls brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw this lovely place?
Now I see it everyday
And I know that I am
I am, I am the luckiest