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It is my deepest desire to stir in all my world a sense of its own loveliness.    I’ve learned that it is my particularly human ability that I am able to bestow love on all reality and remind everything I meet that it is lovely and loved.   While I may be in the role of lover, I am in the same moment the messenger that all things are worthy of love.  It is an unconditional love that simply recognizes the loveliness of all things.

First I have had to learn to recognize and accept my own loveliness.   I am grateful for all those who have convinced me and helped me become aware of an inheritance that is all mine.   My life has been filled with people who told me of my loveliness until I am now convinced that it is true and appropriate.  I am so much less inclined to grasp for the recognition I so ardently sought.   I do not falsely feel unworthy.

I am now more inclined to accept my innate loveliness, indulge in it, be aware of it in a relaxed manner.   I smile at myself more, allow mistakes, expect  only that I be me and take joy in that.   I am more able to awaken a sense of their loveliness in my companions, and most people I meet.   I can gaze at them with awareness and a smile that stirs a little of the feeling of what it means to be a lovely human.

I am able to walk through my garden or my woods and convince my plants that they are lovely.   I will soon tell my garden flowers daily how lovely they are.   I will touch them and lovingly feel the firmness of their stems, the softness of their leaves, the yielding fragility of their blooms.   I will remind them daily how lovely they are just by being flowers.

I want to take the message and affirmation of loveliness to all my friends and companions.   They are lovely, they are lovable.   It is a gift I give by loving them, by giving them my full attention, my full presence.    By immersing myself in their loveliness, I too am the beneficiary.   I indulge in their loveliness and feel the joy.

I am developing a revised notion of what it means for someone to been of  my beloveds.   Thanks to Elizabeth Gilbert, I am beginning to make a helpful distinction between present and absent, real and imagined, them and me. I’m slowly shredding the mythology my culture has taught me about relationships, coupling and marriage.

By my own experience, and the guidance of Gilbert, I’m realizing what an unfocused distraction a beloved can be when they are absent.  I conjure up images, I have unspoken conversations, experience imagined interactions.   None of it is real, but my body and feelings respond as though the fantasy is actually happening and I am part of it.   My mind and emotions are held captive, all by an imagined exchange.  I am so distracted I miss out on what I am actually doing.   This is not a good or helpful thing to do.

I would rather learn to be wholly present and attentive when I am with a beloved.   I want to apply this to anyone whom I love.    When they are present, I want them to be totally in my mind.   When they are not present, I want them to be out of my mind.    I don’t want a fantasy to be the source of my delight or my agony.

I do not want to give any of my beloveds the power to direct my attention and energy when they are absent.    I want my beloveds to become a focus of my attention when they are here.    This is a gift I want for myself.    It is a gift I offer to anyone I love.

Sometimes, like today, it is unsettling to realize how dependent I am on my body.   In a very real way, my body is who I am.  It seems to be my only connection to my world. At the same time I have an awareness that seems to be able to watch my body, maybe not even be co-extensive with my body.    Yet they seem inseparably joined as one.

My body has been my gateway to mindfulness.   My body is where awareness begins.   That beginning could be a touch felt, a glance seen, a sound heard.   By being attentive to what my body senses, I am able to quiet my mind and find that joyful ease that rises from a quiet, attentive mind / body.   Mind and body mirror one another.    My presence is changed when they work together in this way.

I sometimes think of how I will be affected if my body becomes so impaired that it no longer supports an alert mind.   I think of a time when the neurons in my brain no longer function as they currently do.   Will I some day slip into the fog of dementia or alzheimers?   I wonder if I will have an awareness that persists in spite of my impaired body.

Being dependent on this body of mine has been a grand adventure so far.   I want to continue that adventure as long as I can.  I want to keep alive in me that spark of life that has been passed down to me from the first living cell.   It is a spark on which so much seems to depend.

I still put a lot of effort into timing my life.   My mind is active in putting time as an overlay, another aspect of just about everything I do or that appears to happen around me.   There are the occasions when I can experience, momentarily, the realm of no-time, timelessness, just the now.    But even those experiences have a beginning and an end, a before and an after.

This business of time is a huge mystery for me.   I seem to have a very developed skill of removing myself out of time by paying attention to imagined events.    I can go back and replay the past, recreate the past, create a fantasy of the past.    I am very capable of reaching into the future and imagining what could happen, planning what might happen, solving problems yet to arrive.

So there is an ability I have of stepping into the past or future.   In fact, I have all the internal reaction as though I really am there, experiencing what might have happened or what might be in the future.   It is much harder to put aside the past or the future and pay attention to what I am experiencing right now.

It almost seems that it is my mind that is doing the timing, that time might be an artifact of my own awareness.   Is time an illusion like so many other things I have thought were real?   Do events have a beginning and an end or is that something I have learned to impose in order to take the mystery and uncertainty out of my experience.

Slowly, I am learning to loosen my grip on the distinction between the past and the now.   Is this the gift or the loss that comes with age?   I am losing my sense of past time.    As my “past” becomes my present, I am better able to accept and smile at the many embarrassing things I have done.   I am much more tolerant of my mistakes.   Today, I am aware that all those I have loved are no longer lost but are present, and I love them now.

I’m not sure how to deal with the future, except that there is a calmness that arises when I think of the future being now.    Everything is OK, I can deal with it, surprises are exciting.   Grasping is meaningless because everything simply is, there is nothing I can do to change it or control it.

Timing my life is very much a useful tool.    But I think it may be an artifact whose usefulness is over-rated and may some day become obsolete for me.   Until then, I am looking for little ways of exploring life timelessly .

 

Those of us who enjoy privileges, do so at the expense of others.   Otherwise we wouldn’t be privileged.

Whether we pay attention or not, we are complicit in the suffering of the under-privileged.

For me it has been quite simple and clear.   As I get older, I have a choice.   Shall I hang onto old ideas, beliefs and concepts or put them aside in favor of a less cluttered grasp of my world.   I’m trying to stay to my choice of the latter, a choice that requires daily, even hourly renewal it seems.

I’ve not been struck by a lightning bold of inspiration that drove me to this choice.   It has been brewing for many years, but I’ve never quite been ready to actually sample it.

I’m discovering a kind of discernment that may require years of storage in a dark basement before it time arrives.   I’m actually getting more mellow, less anxious and more comfortable with uncertainty.

I’m enjoying a world that surrounds me with more clarity than it has before.   It is easier for me to see people just as they are.   No pre-conceived notions.   The world looks like a different place the more I am able to give up my old expectations and beliefs.

There is no need for special interpretation or revelation.   Things just simply are the way they are.   There is mystery still because there are many things I don’t quite understand.   The more I am able to look through the illusions created by my imagination, the more I experience my world with clarity.

I want to put fears and grasping aside and try to live my days with an open mind.

 

It all began when I was rummaging through a box of old photos, looking for images of my family and ancestors.  In those treasured photos of people I once knew or hardly knew, I saw images of my younger self.  Almost in a glance, I saw all those years of my former self.   It seemed like many lives rolled into one.   Some felt so familiar I could reach in and touch them.   Others so strange I hardly could find myself in them.

The memories of having “been there” were nevertheless so strong.   I sat on the couch, and it was a piercing vantage point from which to review  where I’ve come from, where I have been, who I have been.

So who am I now and who am I becoming?   The caterpillar has entered the chrysalis and the transformation has begun, but the outcome is so shadowy.   Some things I can decide, perhaps even determine.    So much is outside my control and will be shaped by events yet to come.

I know that I do not intend to hand my changes over to someone else, as I have done so much in the past.   I have often allowed, even invited someone else to be a significant part of my formation.   Their way became my way.   I soon figured out  that one of us had to be in control, and I acquiesced.

I want to find my own way, even though I do not have a clear idea of what that involves.    I know that I want to experience my presence and the presence of  others in a more aware manner.   I know that I do not want to  continue to use my imagination to shape my relationship with the world.   I am willing to continue to change, but not reshape reality to conform to some kind of image, whether friendly or not.  I may even want to be surprised.

I want to have open eyes this time as I emerge from my changes.   It is a beautiful world, and I want to see it, neither change it nor be changed by it.  I intend to be prepared to love what I see.

 

I think that I once kind of knew what it meant to be normal.   All I had to do was look around and see what human beings were like, and that became my measure of what is normal.   Now I’m not so sure.  In fact, I’m not at all sure what it means to be normal.

I recently heard from a friend that what I was experiencing through my growing mindfulness was not as normal for humans as I had claimed.   I’ve thought a lot about what she told me.   I think I’ve lowered my expectations for my fellow humans in the process.

The joy I’m experiencing in so many moments of the day may not be normal.   I think that I’m OK with that.   I don’t think my abnormal practice by which the searing blade of joy is whetted to a sharp edge is very common.   Cultivating awareness and the joy it brings is not a soothing balm for me.   Awareness comes from persistent effort and diligent grinding to remove the entanglements I have clung to.  It is work.

The illusions I have unknowingly surrounded myself with have to be unbelieved.   I have to keep shutting my eyes and deliberately step through my familiar illusions. Only then do I find that my eyes had actually been closed for a very long time, and I am struck with a brilliance I never knew stirred behind the fantasies.     My two dimensional world leaps at me in 3-D.

Perhaps pursuing joy is not for the faint of heart.   It largely comes to those who decide to let go of assurances and consolation and step through the mirror.  For me it means not getting caught up in the fantasy and drama of the news.   Last week, I listened to the news for only two days before I realized I was being drawn into the illusory world the news creates.   I am challenged by my wanting to be aware of what is happening without being  distracted and drawn into the fantasies.

For me, it also means not getting drawn into my imagination.   I am so easily caught up in the imaginary world of memories and plans.   It is not until I give up that world of images that I find joy in what is happening right now.

The path that I am exploring may not be normal, but I think it is what I want   I also hope to have companions along the way.   I know it means giving up the stability of permanence, but I am not prepared to give up having a place I can call “home”.   It means I will wander thru mystery and give up the indulgences of certainty.   It means that while I will have no “committed” companion to salve my loneliness,  I hope I will walk with others.

It may mean departing from normal and leaving the assurances and illusion of normality behind.

I’ve been struggling for some time to understand what time is and the effect is has on me.   Over a hundred years ago, space and time were linked together.   I don’t get it, even though some explanations give me a passing illusion that I may understand a small part.    One thing I am sure of is that time plays a significant role in my life.    I’m wanting to change that.

This morning, as I was going through the movements of my daily Tai Chi Chih practice, I kept thinking about how pleasant it would be when I finish and can spend pleasant time sitting on my cushion, awash in the delight of awareness.   So I began to rush what I was doing.   Suddenly I realized that my Tai Chi Chih movements could give me the same joy of awareness.   No need to rush.   Put time aside.   Enjoy what I am doing.

I live my life in a framework of time.   I don’t think I can escape that, any more than I could decide to live in a two dimensional world.   I think that I have given time too much of my attention, to the point that it becomes a distraction.   I do like to be on time.   However, I can still be on time with proper planning.   I want not to  focus so much on time.

The more I experience the joy of awareness, the more slowly I seem to be moving.   I walk slowly from the bus to the Light Rail.   It’s three blocks, and I know if I walk slowly, I will still be able to be on time for the train.   Walking slowly isn’t deliberate, but it seems to happen if I am paying attention.   I see and feel the sidewalk, I feel my whole body, I see all the people I pass, I notice the store-fronts.   It is a three block walk of joy-filled awareness.   The sidewalk is dirty and the activity is chaotic and loud, but I enjoy it.   I have put time aside, time is on hold.

Right now, if I am paying attention to time, I am usually not paying attention to much else.   If I don’t pay attention to time, I’m actually more aware of what I  am doing.   I wonder if in the future, I will move more quickly and still be as attentive to what I am doing.

I don’t think so.   I seem to be in a natural pattern of slowing down when I step outside of time.    When I become a watcher, I seem to enter into and take my own time.

 

There was a recent time when I was sure that mindfulness was a withdrawal away from the senses and into the mind.   What a mistake!  I am both surprised and thrilled that the senses are a natural gateway for me into the joys of meditation.    And it is a gate that swings both ways.

When I first learned to feel without touching anything, it was the beginning of the deep experience of letting go.   It was only a short while before I could stare without seeing anything, and I began to suspect that my mind was actually in charge of my senses.   Now I could choose to put myself in a state of mindlessness, immersed in a relaxed state with no imagination at work.  I often tell my imagination to take a break, sit this one out.

The paradox for me has been that my senses then seemed to come alive and vibrant, ready for action.    I soon could focus all my awareness on anything that I wanted to touch or gaze at.   For me, it was as if I was feeling more than the surface of my large maple or the coolness of the granite counter top.   The sidewalk suddenly leapt up to meet me when I walked on it, the road in front of my car took on a substance I had never seen before.

With this awareness came an immense feeling of joy.  It was like being swept away with a wave of open-hearted affection.    I realized that I had accidentally begun to learn how to look with a loving gaze, to touch with a loving touch.   The gate of my senses did in fact swing both ways.

Now, when I am paying attention, every action I take becomes sacred.   Touching the sidewalk  not only affects me.   That touch becomes my act of love, respect for what the sidewalk is, an acknowledgment of what it really is.

I can see more things as they actually are, and not as I imagine them.  I see the granite top in my bathroom as it emerged from a sleep of millions of years in the ground.   I touch my large maple and feel its massiveness and old age.   I watch people getting on the bus and see so much more than I use to be able to know.   To see and touch in this way is a warm gift I often receive.  My senses bring me great joy.

Once I tell my senses to touch or see this way, the outcome is inevitable.  Learning to be aware is not only a wake-up call to my senses.   It also awakens my heart.   My mindful act of respect is equally an act of love.   My sight and touch are so much more vibrant and my heart falls into love so often each day that it almost seems normal and commonplace.

I actually think  that what I am discovering is normal for humans.