A note on aware loving..ah, living! :)
In aware living, there’s literally never a dull moment π It’s rich, profound, and delightful in the small and the universal. Everything as ‘before’ still shows up, it’s just that one is totally unattached. Aware living is being in sufficiency – no lack, no need, no clinging, no winners/losers, no more, no less, just a watching/welcoming of all that passes in presence, as it passes, from That which does not pass. Occasionally, a little kerfuffle – or maybe a larger angst – seems to arise when whatever’s happening or seems to be, is resisted; that is seen usually immediately; the whole thing, thought, event, is dropped ‘like a hot coal‘ as some Buddhist’s say. Awareness is not interested in what’s not really happening now.
If there’s a ‘problem’, it’s mind-made fear; if something’s not happening now, it’s imagination. See what is, as is. Live in peace. Re stories, they’re conditioned mind-made phantoms of desires and fears that, being symbolic and binary (either/or) word representations only, tell one absolutely nothing about the actual, the factual, being-nature one is: real peace, beauty, love, and joy. That which one IS, is not passing states of pleasure, alarm, conflict, and confusion. In instantly, directly seeing that one actually is not an idea, a belief, not a supposed ‘person’ having experiences, but purely non-personal awareness, aware of itself, the freighted person may still chatter in the mind, tell its stories, etc., but one no longer believes them. No belief, no believer. No knower, nothing known.
In that unknowing, there’s no artifice, no fancied becoming; there’s an easeful clarity, harmony, and delight in simply being.One is, as J Krishnamurti says: βfree to observe.β That which one IS, here and now, is not a noble, enhanced achievement or spiritual aspiration – a special somebody to become, in time, with effort. Rest, relax in simple inner quietude and gratitude, let ALL that’s passing pass, and in that open, spaciously empty silence, the awareness one is may and does, present as obviously already what one infinitely IS. Love. π