“ Enjoy your Self “
I’m at home here now. It seems my Air Miles have been cancelled and the former high life of terrestrial travel has landed me right here; nowadays I just move in place.
Mind you, I’m still hanging out like always, eating my bad habits, prowling the ‘hood and nodding in a neighborly way to my fellow World Cafe denizens.
It’s all part of the recently passed Restoration and Recovery Act, I guess. Of course, the Act – all 10,000 pages of it – is not numbered, and there isn’t even a Contents page, much less an Authors Introduction. So the Act is being implemented day to day, and I have no idea, timewise, if I’m just in the beginning, middle, or near the end. It’s kind of nice though, this not having what I had.
“Have your dwelling place in this, now, and pay brief visits to past and future when required to deal with the practical aspects of your life situation. “
As a practical matter, that makes good sense to me. That’s not to say that I have any “practice” though; mostly because there’s little left of “me” to practice with any sort of repetition. Seems that the Act is written in such a way as to preclude any of my personal actions. You would think that somewhere in the 10,000 there would be an agenda, but so far, it hasn’t revealed itself. That’s OK too; I’m adjusting like an old sailor when the wind changes, though the heavy weather sail changes are often… delicate. I’m getting the hang of it mostly in the inland waters near home. The thing here is to stay close to the wind; to not resist wherever and whenever it blows. All this is quite counter – intuitive, given the real randomness of what my mind wants and complicated things like the speed, force and direction in which the wind wants to go. It gets more complex if I think my hands are on the tiller; or more precisely, if I believe the thoughts that I’m in control of anything! What’s sometimes even scarier is when I leap onto the foredeck to change the sails, only to discover that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, and never did!
“ Most egos are in opposition to what is, most of the time.”
Fortunately, even if the winds and waves don’t stop, something inside ceases to resist, I am miraculously turned “off the wind” and this new non-movement continues to move with the undercurrent of all life. Then there is a settling- in, like a seagull alighting on a calm harbor at even – tide. Call it “Peace” or whatever you like; the beauty is not in the idea of Peace – it’s in the reality of it.