Gosh. I know right where I am.
A few days pass. In between grading poetry anthologies, I take a little journey into reading the blogs out there that I have never seen. Along this journey, I run across Awakeandfindingpurpose.wordpress.com and there I find another path walker sharing nakedly and beautifully. This find then leads to some more bread crumbs along the way to Theawakeneddreamer.com…Wowza. I am ready to hear this voice and experience stepping into her “telling” right now.
Rocking on my heels…ready to stop, and drop it all, no fear, just “come on fellas, show a girl the launching pad?” Ah hahahahahaha. Cue Alicia Silverstone Clueless voice, “As if….”
The empty mind times feel as nourishing as a bowl full of steamed spinach, a pure glass of water after a walk by the marsh. Then the busy mind times feel like consuming cheeze doodles and dr. pepper. Ugh.
So much has fallen away that I am full of longing for the rest to fall away. I have had a shift; now I “know” the Eckhart Tolle park bench moment is coming. Of course it is. Everything to this point has led me along, and Everything will always continue to do so. “She” let go of the grass reeds on the bank of the raging river a while ago.
I used to sneak away when my girls were young to go to a Thich Nhat Hanh Meditation Group in the basement of a Modern Baptist Church in Charlotte for one-half hour of sitting and one-half hour of walking meditation, followed by an awkward discussion of thoughts jumbled with ideology jumbled with all manner of open and closed, seeing and blind. And I remember saying out loud, “Gosh, I just realized in the past few weeks that over 98% of what I think about is unnecessary.” And a woman gave me and look, and said, “Really. That’s messed up. What do you think about?” Indeed 🙂 What do we all think about? But I was so new to the path, I thought I had said something so obviously stupid and wrong.
Most MIND is pretty close to that percentage…I stop and listen to mind chatter throughout the day. What is it going on about? At best, most of it is unnecessary, noisy blabbering, at worst painful confusion.
Paradoxically, I don’t have to do anything about it. I don’t have to sit on it, stuff it down.
I just look at it.
It is going away… Soon, perhaps today it will fall away entirely; how beautiful!
“silence is the language of god,
all else is poor translation.”
― Rumi
Life as Improv 
Love this!
Hi there, Big Open Heart! I enjoyed my peek into your corner as well and I LOVE what you are exploring! Looks like we are starting this little blogging adventure at the same time. Grateful to share the ride with you 🙂
X!
love the way you think and I enjoyed perusing your writins’….happy to collide with you…see you on some more cyber trals
Bebe,
Your use of the word writins’ makes me wanna say, “Aw, shucks.” Loved your art! And the brave exploration of the combination of words and art and spirituality – Beautiful! So nice to discover you!
Marga
Barn’s burnt down —
now
I can see the moon.
-Mizuta Masahide (水田 正秀?, 1657–1723)
LOVE LOVE LOVE the view from your current X marks the spot on the path today. Thank you for writing. The aspect shared, to this reader, is sublime.
How many barns there be, ms. m?
Deep bow of gratitude to you for your reflection of the source through that devi lens! Sublime, indeed.
x!m
I am humbled and filled with gratitude you mentioned my blogspace here in your post. I LOVE your writing and am blessed to have found you. I love the quiet mind/busy mind metaphors and especially love your message that we can just observe mind chatter and do not have to give it meaning or importance or significance. It’s just chatter. I struggle with being overwhelmed with the chatter and struggle with listening to it and believing it. And then I find the quiet and sit at the table with my yummy steamed spinach and crisp fresh water, and all is well. If only those times would prevail and last. If only. 🙂 With Love and Gratitude, Dana
“The empty mind times feel as nourishing as a bowl full of steamed spinach, a pure glass of water after a walk by the marsh. Then the busy mind times feel like consuming cheeze doodles and dr. pepper. Ugh.”
This is good! Yes, when it starts to feel better than all the distractions we are over the hump!
With Love, Joy and Peace!
Tomas
Thank you for your reply, Tomas. “Over the hump” as an image gives me a nice feeling of relaxing into the slope and natural pull. To go back to the metaphor, after a while, drinking a dr. pepper becomes unthinkable for the body so I imagine that this principle become true for all distractions. Enjoying your great pointing 🙂
Flowing peace, love and joy back to you!
Marga
Beautifully said with incredably raw honesty. Bravo,.
Thank you, Dr. Mike. I know I have chosen my experiences, but in my inner eye, despite the chaos of teenagers, noise, busy schedules, I am “hermitting” as well – Tall Order 🙂 So glad you are able to hear the whisper of nature and hand craft. Sounds delightful.