The mind of the room and the consciousness, once we explore something, tell us where we are. It’s not our cognition but it’s our cortical cells recognizing the consciousness rather than directing the consciousness. We are not using our cortical cells to direct the experience but rather to be aware of the experience and recognizeContinue reading “Better Recognize…”
On that night, too excited to sleep, infinite possibilities seemed to swirl above me. I stared up at the plaster ceiling as I had done as a child. It seemed to me that the vibrating patterns overhead were sliding into place. The mandala of my life. -Patti Smith
(…zim zimma…) there’s little (no) curiosity in the confirmation of what is already known… what’s so grand about being right, anyway?
eyes open (no fear)
We find a path by carving it out of the conditions of our lives. Though we hope that religious practices and spiritual teachings will draw us out of sorrow and into an eternally steady and calm state, attention to the body anchors us in the actuality of present experience whether painful, lonely, sad, or joyful. Continue reading “Cosmopolitania in Spring”
ideas string out into islands and pepper our understandings of ‘ocean’: and you, you flail your arms in solicitation of laughter– (it can’t be helped) so what if at the end of the working day it’s a deathly hunger that ripples the pit of our bellies? if time does go round and round her wordsContinue reading “Kinds of Genesis”
“Allowing the pleasure of the commonplace to shimmer is a lovely skill.”-M. Remski forest walks with friends footsteps set alight in the glow of the riparian floor discarded spiral snail shells, and the marvel of such simple majesty.