Good morning from a wet and dark Devon.
I've been awake since 4 am with the puppy, Eddie. I know I'll be tired mid-afternoon but if I'm lucky, I'll be able to close my eyes and have a short nap — don't tell the Boss.
The above picture (in case you were wondering) was taken at the beginning of the week, when the weather was much better. It was bright sunshine and hot but not enough to completely burn off the mist. Not that I'm crowing but I think it's perfect: it captures all of life and, at the time, touched my very soul.
But, it never lasts.
We're always on to something else: a new project, another family disaster, another argument, another death — you get my drift.
Perhaps though, with practice, and not being seduced by our incessant thinking, we can find inner peace by contemplating on and sitting with what's really happening...in this very moment. If we're lucky and aren't pulled asunder by our ego, we recognise that there's just this. Nothing more than a universal flow of energy or cosmic dust or whatever else fills your imagination. Sure, it's off the woo-woo charts but that's only because we've been told not to enquire beyond a limited set of cultural norms.( Collapse )