Yesterday is gone, one more healing game

YESTERDAY IS GONE

[One of the great glories of the past: It is over.]




Think of an argument or a disagreement you have about something your partner, even your imaginary partner, did in the past.
Look at them, or imagine them in the present.
Feel, breathe, sense, aware your world in the present.
Then go back to the “story” about how the past “should have been different.”
Then come back to the present.

Look at them.
Say this: “I can go into the past and make myself….(sad, unhappy, angry, etc, you fill in the blank) with this story {{{ gibberish, gibberish, gibberish}}}. Or I can be present and notice this…..(fill in the blank with the present).”

Go back and forth on this for ten to twenty minutes.
Feel the calming wonderful peace of the now.

Good.

Day Thirteen: Lucky Thirteen

Time is usually a mechanical construct, but there are real seasons to a year, and to a day. Taking a walk with sensing and tuning in to these seasons, is a sweet way to wake up to a different aspect of “now.”

Today, the thirteenth day of our sojourn, I’ll call lucky. I’m prejudiced, having been born on the thirteenth (Friday the 13, 1945, a while back, a war still going on, a great President having just died the day before). And who else thought thirteen lucky and significant?

The witches of Europe, who numbered maybe in the millions until the Church didn’t like woman having smarts, and didn’t like connection to natural life, and didn’t like people who discovered life from the Earth up, rather than from Authority down. So, a twelve month calendar was a necessity, instead of the witches 13 moon year.

The moon is full 13 times a year, and each moon month is roughly the same length, and all have nothing to do with some construct on paper, but with the real rotation of the moon around our planet. February is an idea. A full moon during the time of deepest snows and short days getting a bit longer, is a part of life’s natural rhythm.

So, hey, today, take a walk or two, and sense with your feet and your moving legs, and hands and moving arms, and spine holding up your head, and eyes taking in the world, and breathing coming and going in its own rhythm, sense how this season, whatever season you are in feels, at a subtle and everyday sensory level, to you.


And play with awakening also to the season of the day. Again, 5 in the afternoon is a construct that crowds the freeways of the world, but a time in the season of the day when the sun is setting, or moving toward setting, and coolness or darkness might or might not be coming according to the season in the year, this is all there, throughout the day.

Day a walk or two and sense the season of the year and the season of the day. Stay as happily present in sensation and sight and sound and awaring as you can. Enjoy.

67: To heaven, one breath remembered/ sensed/felt/ enjoyed at a time

One breath and awakening at a time

We breathe in. The first sentence of the book was something to that effect. Maybe the last will be a breathing sentence also.

This is our sentence in life: you want to live, breathe. It’s the law of motion, the law of life. No breathing, no fire inside (metaphorical, and the real deal: oxygen combining with our food to combine real heat in our real bodies), no fire inside no energy, no energy, no motion, no motion, no life.

So be it.

And most life doesn’t require and/ or have the gift that we humans have, the gift of awareness.

We can be aware that we are breathing.

Right now, we can be aware that we are breathing.

And right now, too.


This is so cool. You don’t have to wait until the “time is right” to be aware of your breathing. You can be healthy or not so. You can be beautiful, or not so. Young or old, rich or poor, blah or blah, you get the point and even while reading these little ink spots on the page, or pixels on the computer, or hearing these vibrations in the air, you are either: breathing in, at a pause between breathing in and breathing out, breathing out, or at a pause between breathing out and breathing in.

Holding the breath you have to be in one of those pauses, and whatever we start up doing once the holding is done gives us a clue where the pause was.

And that doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t even matter that we are breathing in or out.

Just the game matters, and only to you if you want it to. What fun can you have today seeing sensing noticing feeling enjoying exploring just where you are in the breathing game?

That’s it.

Heaven is this moment with nothing more required. Following or sensing our breathing is one way to come to the moment. Keep returning and returning. Enjoy. Enjoy.

yes, to now, for now, for love

now is nice
luckily

since it's where
we can
be
in connection
to our experience
as it is
(we are)
happening

and why would we
want to do that?
it feels
(we feel)
great
and
it isn't
about hedonism
as much
as the sense
of coming home
to what is deepest
and truest
and
in a way
easiest
about ourselves

easy

ease

the Feldenkrais
and
anat Baniel approaches
can help
with our ease,
too

this whole
offering
is about:
undoing
tightness
of body/ brain
or emotion/habit
or mind/ soul

undo
come to a more ease full
state

more could be said
and the easy experience of
now
without the words
on top
of the experience
that says
it
(you, me, us)
all

and
then
there is love:
which is our truest
nature
or
what flows out
when
we wake up
or
is the ocean
in
which we swim
or the
current
pulling us to
god and or each other
and or
our truest
deepest
selves

that sounds
good,
too,
doesn't it?