Gotta get back!!
TS Eliot suggested we measure our lives with coffee spoons... I dont remember what poem that was. Some of us measure our lives in books, movies, relationships (hmmmm? certainly has been a reference point for me, 1980??? Oh yeah, I was with _______)
So taday I'm thinking what am I measuring my life in? Seems that i can get lost in this one ... read have got lost in this one in the sense that it's just another place to put my attention which is out of the now. Teaching last night, exploring the idea of "my story" I got to see again what it is I give my attention to and the story is always about the future and how to make it better or avoid disaster and the past how to heal from that and how to hold onto this.
What about now? Can I make this blog just about now and not even about the next sentence and still make sense or does making sense mean I have to situate myself firmly in a space between the past and the future? Is that all the present is ... a time to keep the past and the future from bumping into one another?
It's amazing just how unwilling I am to stay in the present moment. Like I've been working here and looking up every so often to see when the moon will come around from behind my neighbours house ... yikes almost here. WOW!! pretty soon now, I'll experience joy.
What have I been experiencing while I've been waiting to experience joy? Certainly not sadness, but anticipation ... something to keep my past moment and the future from bumping into one another. Yeah but what about what might been happening without anticipation. I keep thinking of Eckart Tolle's "Try thinking about what your next thought will be." Cant do it can you.
Ok now try enjoying this present moment .................................
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Oops! here comes the moon ... gotta go
So taday I'm thinking what am I measuring my life in? Seems that i can get lost in this one ... read have got lost in this one in the sense that it's just another place to put my attention which is out of the now. Teaching last night, exploring the idea of "my story" I got to see again what it is I give my attention to and the story is always about the future and how to make it better or avoid disaster and the past how to heal from that and how to hold onto this.
What about now? Can I make this blog just about now and not even about the next sentence and still make sense or does making sense mean I have to situate myself firmly in a space between the past and the future? Is that all the present is ... a time to keep the past and the future from bumping into one another?
It's amazing just how unwilling I am to stay in the present moment. Like I've been working here and looking up every so often to see when the moon will come around from behind my neighbours house ... yikes almost here. WOW!! pretty soon now, I'll experience joy.
What have I been experiencing while I've been waiting to experience joy? Certainly not sadness, but anticipation ... something to keep my past moment and the future from bumping into one another. Yeah but what about what might been happening without anticipation. I keep thinking of Eckart Tolle's "Try thinking about what your next thought will be." Cant do it can you.
Ok now try enjoying this present moment .................................
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............................
...... . . . . .
Oops! here comes the moon ... gotta go
posted by Rev-T at 5:48 AM
2 Comments:
if i try thinking about what my next though will be then what i'm thinking about at the moment thinking about what my next thought will be, is in fact, my next thought.
The quote is from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock...a really amazing poem with another of my favourite lines:
"I should have been a pair of ragged claws/
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."
Amanda in Ottawa
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