Walking in the mountains of my youth.
Quickly falling into the rhythm known from childhood onwards.
Suddenly - present in the here and now,
No-mind happens.
Feeling physical relaxation at the back of the scull - the location of the limbic brain.
A bit higher up the mountain the terrain gets rocky and more difficult.
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Here is a poem for you:
When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety;
If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain.
From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me.
There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.
My beautiful mother-in-law, Madge, is dead. She died on February 13th, 2012 in her home town, Hull in the UK. Her funeral was yesterday. I am very fortunate to have known her and been able to receive her love and generosity. I am also very fortunate...